I'll say it again

This is not my city

I don't belong

Looking for a town of plenty

There weren't these thieves

We had some thing in common

Goals to achieve

We had some thing in common

In a town of plenty



Can't you see it

This is not my writing

I only asked

If this was a town of plenty

There were many archives

We had no media

Only art survived there

Yeah we had no media

In a town of plenty



And laid across the airstrip

Were the passports and the luggage

All that once remained

Of a rugged individual

And laid across the airstrip

Were the passports and the luggage

I came looking for a town of plenty



I'll say it again

This is not my city

I only asked if this was a town of plenty

There were many archives

We had no media

Only art survived there

Yeah we had no media

In a town of plenty

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