| This place is magnificent
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| All the world a moth flapping at its flame
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| Promise still sparkles
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| The siren’s tune is still the same
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| None of these girls are smiling
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| I’ll take whatever they’re selling, you can wrap it up
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| Rolling over Brooklyn Bridge now
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| To the belly of the beast by the water-slide
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| And we feed the machine
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| Buying all this shit that nobody needs
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| And I whimper and I squeak
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| Like haloumi, how you move me
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| Take a wander down Canal Street
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| No, I don’t have any gold to sell
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| (The world needs some fearless leaders)
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| (The world)
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| It just needs bottom feeders
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| Rolling around on my belly
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| Drifting this way and that
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| (In a sweaty bar full of cruel laughing)
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| I thought I saw you smiling
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| And I was thinking about smiling back
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| More than a body but less than a soul
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| Gotta find me something to fill this hole |