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I start the day watching meter maids
Help themselves to our trust in the city
I've been three years in this same high window
And only the hopeless have a reason to stay
When pennies go to heaven
They spend their time
With bottlecaps posing as quarters
They traded their edges
For a ride through the mouth of a pinball machine
But they never see the bright lights and bumpers
Like a brick through the windshield
From a joker on the overpass
The sound of screaming wakes you
You listen for an hour until they catch the bad boy
Then the credits roll to a carol
It's a sad day in the park
Even the carousel charges admission
I'm buying tickets just so I can leave the house
And lose my money calling you
From a pay phone in the Mission
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