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My heart is a muscle
It pumps blood like a big old black steam train
My veins are the tracks
The city is my brain
My stomach is the ocean
It swallows up the sun at the end of a summers day
My breathes like a breeze
It blows all those storm clouds away
My head is the city
It house all the thoughts and secrets that I have
And the mayor of the city
Thinks the citizens ain't half bad
My arms could be weapons
Or instruments of love
My legs are sky scrapers
They tower above you
