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Faded Paper Figures - Metropolis lyrics
Metropolis
 Loud, subaltern city streets, 
 Bellies wild with discontent; 
 Tall, glass buildings, where we meet
 Watching classes in descent.
 Whoever made these robot angels, 
 Made these urban trash crustaceans; 
 They occupy the same streets, 
 And we fill the day with locusts and magazines.
 Just south of here, utopia
 For sixty bones, euphoria
 They're keeping cartoon main streets lit.
 And all these puppet cultures learn
 Every first world has a third; 
 Only love escapes this glass metropolis.
 Now information without flesh
 Means your body's just a drive, 
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 The after-human has arrived.
 Melancholy and relief
 For the things we never know, 
 A constellation of defeat
 In this sidewalk shadow show
 Whoever made these robot angels, 
 Made these urban trash crustaceans; 
 They occupy the same streets, 
 And we fill the day with locusts and magazines.
 Just south of here, utopia
 For sixty bones, euphoria
 They're keeping cartoon main streets lit
 And all these puppet cultures learn
 Every first world has a third; 
 Only love escapes this glass metropolis.
 Let your eyes go
 To Llano
 Out the window
 To the last maypole




















