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Permanent Tourist
Bring it back to the old days
With false vintage mores
Born ready to wear the skin of the city
Skinned and consumed
The not-so youth are
Obligated to nothing
I said,
"Transparency is exactly
what it seems to be to me
It's not a coming of age when
It's all just make believe. "
All the same
All in vain
You're a fake
Brooklyn took you in
My concrete generation, amid a violent dead wind
There is no pace (Replaced)
Permanent tourist
Bring it back to the old days
With nothing to do
Born ready to wear the skin of the city
The magnitude of what you say and do
It fucking really means nothing
Your autonomy has been relying
Just a bit too heavily on
Alcohol and irony
All the same
All in vain
You're a fake
Brooklyn took you in
My concrete generation, amid a violent dead wind
There is no pace (Replaced)
Permanent tourist
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