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  1. Playground

From the album Face of a Nation

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singer notices the sights of the city as her "playground."

Lyrics

 newspapers are my tumbleweeds
blow across my cement field
sidewalk cracks are blades of grass
oil stains, morning dew congealed

skyscraping buildings are my trees
bird call sirens honk and moan
sweet congestion wears like perfume
this is the place that i call home

chorus:
this is my playground
it's what's natural now
this is my playground
got used to it somehow
and it's my playground

V2
streetman cries a lonely cry
singing shower in the rain
riffing off epiphanies
lost words, same refrain

street man sleeps a dying sleep
i 'm driving through his living room
sunday morning brown bag brunch

chorus
and this is my playground
it's a king of the hill
this is my playground
i swallowed their pill
and it's my playground

V3
inside my room I'm dry and warm
people walking by become my zoo
bars on my windows keep me safe
but who is keeping out who

Chorus
and this is my playgroun
it's a circus parade
this is my playground
it's another charade
and it's my playground


skyscraping buildings are my trees
birdcall sirens honk and moan
sweet congestion wears like perfume
this is the place that i call home

chorus:
and this is my playground
it's what's natural now
this is my playground
got used to it somehow
and it's my playground