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Uptown is dead now,

and this city's built on needles.

Reverence over streetlights

I guess subsidising birght sides;

washing the gray away from city streets.

And I can see us in the basement:

cutting lines with all these stranger boys and girls 

"to change the world" we'd say we'd change the world,

but nothing seemed to change. 

and we'd wind up on the substreets, 

watching blinking stars from rooftops when the lights got in the way.