I've got to blow this town, got to blow this Detroit
blow it right out of the water
with all it's gray smoke getting under my fingernails
blow it right out of the water
I've found sunshine, Detroit's not having it
so I'm out
out, out to find her
with all the pictures I could hope for
and with no wrong way to go about it
There are things, roads, words laid out ahead of me
with no wrong way to go about it
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