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an american among the americans
a musician among the djs
is it culture if it wins ya street cred
or is it culture as long as it pays
i was banking on a ride on the easterlies
i think that im on the right track
there was nothing north of something and i left me there
now im trying to get me back
but my friend,
its a place that i can never go again
ill never go again
swept up
didn't touch my house
but my city's disappeared
exactly as we feared
wont you open up your mind just a little more
try to take in all that you see
though the colors may be faded
and your head a little jaded
you can tell what its like being me
when i saw you there at the aftershow
i didn't know what to say
until you tapped me on the shoulder with the butt of your knife
and told me to lead the way
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