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Dallas, you’re a monster made of glass and steel, plastic and concrete and not much that’s real. You intimidate a stranger with your buildings tall; and fortify yourself with your pride and gaul.
Honkin’ cars a passin’ like geese agoin’ south; and I’m a thinkin’ “Mercy, would you shut my mouth?” I’m forty-two years old plus a few more days, but I never seen nothin’ like this madnin’ maze.
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