The opera is over, singers have all gone home,
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Seats are empty, the kitchen is closed,
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The sidewalks are sprayed down,
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The blinds are pulled down, foundations unstable,
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The wrecking ball's back,
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Quiet business vacancy, quiet business vacancy.
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Rents are rising, our lease is up, culture is down.
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The symphony's concluded,
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The instruments are all cased up,
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The notes are silent, music's still apparent.
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Rents are rising, our lease is up,
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Culture is down, spirits are jaded,
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Art is dying, is art dead?
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Art is dying, is art dead?
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Believe it, we need to move on.
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A one track mind in a one way time,
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Let's go ahead and gentrify,
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We let art die with robot minds,
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They steal the brush and paint boundary lines.
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A stale kind of people we'll find,
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Walking in single file line,
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I think it's time we finally rewind,
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Let's go ahead, we might as well
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Rents are rising, our lease is up,
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Culture is down, spirits are jaded
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Eighteen People Living In Harmony
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