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Goodnight, Tomorrow is moving day. Everything's in boxes waiting for This extended holiday. We've been displaced... Swallowed by the sprawl. Sometimes the grandest openings, Also the darkest curtain calls. Pavement tattooed horizons, And landscapes bruised and blackened. Songtexte Another town laid to rest On the trophy shelves of progress. The greatlands? eat the heartland, The bells ring "We sell for less"? Development, we regress. The savior's come to rescue Another dead end town. The savior's come to rescue Another dead end... The floodgates flew open, now we're sunken and eroded, And deafening jingles fill the empty holes, Monopolized voices and monopolized values. Goodnight! The blueprint's drawn, Boxes packed, the day is done. Goodnight. Aus Songtexte Mania