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Stuck in the middle ground, where you're considered both necessary and a nuisance. Stuck in the Laughing Place with nowhere else to turn to but the people you've grown close to. There's always a chance to move forward, but the problem with that is that everything's so tight-knit and community-driven that you feel like you have to be the networking equivalent of Gord Brody jumping around inside a skinned deer. You might as well make a deal out of it, you technically have significance. They'll see you on TV, maybe behind the man formerly known as Michael Bluth. Maybe your car is driven past by the man who drives so that Javert can stay with the people he knows. Maybe you're a blur copied a hundred times to fill up an empty auditorium. You're the key to realism and yet you're expendable.

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64 over 8, something that will never shake
Driving in the dead of night to catch me in this dandy flight
Walking in that place again, speaking up is now a sin
and I zip it up
There goes the neighborhood

Coming out and signing in, over and over again
Miming everything to do, through the camera eye it's true
Set decor with heart and mind, getting paid on their own time
And I rhyme in silence
There goes the neighborhood

TJ looks aside at me
He looks as if to be
I know I show for just a show
But I otherwise go

Silence but if we're a crowd, when they speak we're without sound
Blocking off the whole of town, locking everybody out
Coming on to kill the doubt, even if you up and drown
the frown's unphotogenic
There goes the neighborhood

Go and I'll show
I'll point out if I can see myself
Most of the time you just can't tell, you just can't tell me apart from the crowd
There goes the neighborhood

TJ looks aside at me
He looks as if to be
I know I show for just a show
But I otherwise go

Starting up the ush, giving it the push
7P to 7A, you never feel so great
Lying awake at night, this might not be your time
But it's worth it to get those signs
There goes the neighborhood

TJ looks aside at me
He looks as if to be
I know I show for just a show
But I otherwise go

Do I need to say anything to go on the run?
I know I show just for your show
But to live I must go

There goes the neighborhood.

credits

from There Goes the Neighborhood​/​Cigarette Pirouette, released July 6, 2017
Shane Smith plays guitars, bass, Mellotron on "flute," banjo (or sped-up guitar) and drums.

Instrumental recorded in August 2016. Vocals recorded in May 2017.

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