All Torn Down
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All Torn Down
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I see the city and it isn't what it used to be
A million houses goin' up and down in front of me
No time to let the concrete set before it's broken up again
Don't care if it's historic - don't really care at all
A hidden landscape on the brink of a development
A protest rally never satisfied with development
Both striving for a perfect world
Each having their own opinion
Don't care if it's historic; don't really care at all
All Torn Down
I see the city and it's grown into a big machine
The streets are freeways and the parks are just a memory
No time to let the concrete set before it's broken up again
Don't care if it's historic; don't really care at all
All Torn Down
You've got no reason!
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