The Right Permits

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Every house on the block got sold to the city
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It’s sad, but some offers you just can’t refuse
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Mortar and brick once towering tall
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When a city is changing, you can’t have it all

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Now the building’s a bike shop where we went to high school
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The house where my mother lived is a restaurant
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The old public housing holds gallery art walks
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The tourists all ask where the wine tasting is

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And all the pneumatic drills and old bribes in the paper
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Machinery thrashing and blowing off steam
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Big business and councilmen laughing about it
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If you’ve got the permits, you can do what you please

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Now the bulldozers tumble out over the rocks
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And the mold in the clapboard is making me sick
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Some worker in denim keeps calling me Linda
        A          E           D         A
I sign all his papers, but that’s not my name
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I pocket his money and then walk away

Cifra adaptada de fontes públicas. Direitos da composição pertencem aos autores e gravadoras originais. Esta página é parte do projeto educacional Mania de Músico.