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Blame it on the Books We Read
It looks like you've got this town covered
And what do I know about the city?
Everything used to seem a whole lot bigger
When you used to walk these streets with me.
Where the buildings used to tower
Lies debris and dirt.
Where we stood tallest, we're left to cower
And cling to the outskirts.
If this is our legacy
Then we'll turn to change and repeat
If it means I get the last laugh
I'll welcome our defeat.
Is there a method I have glossed over?
To keep the balance of what we need
If all else fails and we can't recover
We'll blame it on the books we read
