I climb over the fences built to surround us
I lie
The blue light flickering on my face
I could get up
let's sing an ode to commercial radio spin the dial,
he pays his bills on time like any other citizen
his
one bank one store one boss and even more
one church
It's not so much subliminal as seductive and safe
It lets
In this city where sitting's a crime
we'll sit down to
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