| I’m walking down broadway
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| Each foot step is a new love letter
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| I’m trying to make eye contact
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| With each and every stranger that I pass
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| Thinking about the city
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| It’s living proof people need to be together
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| I’m thinking about how I just want to open up
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| And give and give and give
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| And it’s ok for you to care
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| Cause I can feel you in the air
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| And while you wonder «how's this gonna end?»
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| I only want it to begin
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| I’m thinking about desire
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| I’ve had to learn how to sin successfully
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| I’m thinking about bliss
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| And bliss is all dressed up
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| And there’s no one to dance with
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| Remembering her smile and the nuclear bomb
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| And the reasons I loved her
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| Walking through Central Park
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| I’m in a foriegn country and I’m waiting for a sign
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| That it’s ok for you to care
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| Cause I’m not going anywhere
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| And while you wonder if you should let me in
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| I only want it to begin
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| I’m still singing
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| Twisting new melodies, breaking arrangements
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| Thinking about my heart
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| I guess you’ve heard, sometimes it’s heavy
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| But I just keep moving
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| When I hit a wall, I look up at the sky
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| I’m thinking about my maker
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| In spite of all this I know she won’t give up on me
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| And its ok for you to care
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| Cause I can taste you everywhere
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| While it’s true
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| All straight things must bend
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| I only want it to begin
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| I only want it to begin
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| I only want it to begin
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| I only want it to begin |