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Stoop City They called on us and we stood up
They turned and laughed, we sat down again
We shrugged our shoulders
And didn't seem to mind what all came next
One for the morning, and another for the road
I took two this morning
I couldn't find a road
One for the morning, and another for the road
I took four this morning
And I haven't left the road
And where the basement is, is where the basement ends
It's just a grave
The things in boxes along the wall
All stuffed with plans and big ideas
But no one came.
It's a beautiful day
But no one's on the way
