The crime is fear A subtle movement of your hand against the map, But you can’t get lost. Each town’s a pop-up stand with everything you need, And even our accents sound the same. The crime is fear. A home that’s killing you And a celebration for the words we knew but lost Called “dumb down” day Fight, fight When everything you need is not what you need Not what you need The crime is fear.
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