In the City of the Second Hand––rags and bones.
Look down, look down––rusted throne.
Cling close tow hat you've gathered here when you're alone.
Look down, look down on your scraps and stones.

And I'm not placing blame.
In the end we're all the same.
And nothing will change till then.
Still somehow it's strange.
If no one falls, no one gains.
Yeah, somehow that's strange in the end.

In the City of the Second Hand, who's the savior?
Slow down, slow down for what's in store.
Lines are drawn into the avenue, into the core.
Slow down, slow down when more is more.

And all she said so far is, "Don't forget who you are."
No, don't forget who you are.

Autumn crept into a taxi car, windows open.
Fall down, fall down for no reason.
When the city lets the seasons change, cement softens.
Fall down, fall down in the end.

And I'm not placing blame.
In the end we're all the same.
And nothing will change till then.
Still somehow it's strange.
If no one falls, no one gains.
Yeah, somehow that's strange in the end.


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