Progress

Look towards the future
Better drive your hammer to the stone
Prime location
Priced your friends out weeks ago

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Spend your life now
Looking for a better place to stay
You want culture
You can taste it but you've got to pay

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Give me soul, God give me life
But everybody's been gentrified
And time is money, money's made
Taking pictures at the hall of fame
And whiskey running down Division street
Nobody cares how the people think
And we want something to take home
Sixty-thousand tore out my soul

Made your mind up
Gonna get to finally live your dream
But passion's profit
Ravages hope like a libertine

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Stab wounds and B&Es
You can have these things for free
And we're all drinking from a cup
Overflowing with the city's blood
I want some, God let's be real
Nobody cares how the people feel
On Grand, on Broad, on Fifth, on Eighth
A city sinking under its own weight



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Billiot
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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