| I walk down broadway in the bitter cold
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| See my reflection and it makes me feel so old
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| A boulevard in deep recession
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| A winter sky in deep depression
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| Give me back my broken life
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| Give me serenity beyond this strife
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| Give me absolutely absolution
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| From all this trouble, disarray and confusion
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| This is a call to innocence
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| This is a call to arm yourself
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| When the night comes in
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| There’s a crack in the universe
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| When the night comes in
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| There’s a crack in the universe
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| When the night comes in
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| This is a call to innocence
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| This is a call to arm yourself
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| I got nothing, I’m prepared to negotiate
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| Deviating when I should be going straight
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| Should I roll or should I play?
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| Talk about the one that got away
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| This is a call to innocence
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| This is a call to arm yourself
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| When the night comes in
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| There’s a crack in the universe
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| When the night comes in
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| There’s a crack in the universe
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| When the night comes in
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| This is a call to innocence
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| This is a call to arm yourself
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| When the night comes in
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| There’s a crack in the universe
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| When the night comes in
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| There’s a crack in the universe
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| When the night comes in
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| There’s a crack in the universe
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| When the night comes in
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| This is a call to innocence
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| This is a call to arm yourself |