she's had enough of the city, so she's running away from it
and didn't it burst your bubble when you found out the cloud maker
was just the factory where you'd grow up to work, when you grow up and work..
the towers in the horizon, just boxes for the bankers sons and daughters
the castles in the clouds just smokestacks in the factory towns
and when the disillusion sets in, you'll be indoctrinated
she's had enough of the city, so she's running away from it again
the trees you used to climb on have been clear-cut for some time now
they've got plans for the city that develops as it dies (til it dies)
cause we define everything new against the same back-drop we're born into
she says, i'm over being over it. i'm sick, just sick of the same old shit.
we live inside of industry, more fancy wrapped in plastic things
we 'need' the jobs that it creates, we 'couldn't live without em' they say
no, we just can't live without em.. she says i'm just over it.
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