Too many sleepers in a city that never sleeps
Hiding eyes see no evil
Through crowed streets shielding the untouched unclean masses
Oz sold out the Tin Man for a better view of the burning state
Ruby slippers out on the stroll trying to feed a Scarecrow’s family
The only yellow brink road is
the one on the jukebox
these streets are not paved for you
Or I
They are carved from empty glass dreams in the cement
That has been handed down through nursery rhymes and bedtime takes
If you can make it here
it will find you anywhere
It’s up to you at a price
Ask Auntie Em where the dog is

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