I'd go here. I'm sure I could trade my time machine for a ticket.
The city's a floodSometimes these guys make me cry. It's all I can do.
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
Where there's no sorrow and there's no shame
Where the streets have no name.
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