| You must’ve heard it from your cousins' kids
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| That last week I slept through the coffee hour
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| And if I’ve been survived by all those lukewarm showers
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| In local fibers again
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| And they’re callin' us the winners now
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| Yeah they’re callin' us the winners now
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| And they’re callin' us the winners now
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| With Manhattan on Mute I’m dipping lower
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| I’m finding it hard to keep myself around
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| Manhattan on Mute I’m dipping lower
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| I’m finding it hard to keep myself around
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| Don’t bother counting the rings around your eyes
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| Keep them all around just to say what they will
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| And if your boiling point has reached a new level
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| And you’re still watching and waiting to say that you’ve learned
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| And you’re looking like the latest one
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| Yeah you’re looking like the latest one
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| And you’re looking like the latest one
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| With Manhattan on Mute I’m dipping lower
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| I’m finding it hard to keep myself around
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| Manhattan on Mute I’m dipping lower
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| I’m finding it hard to keep myself around
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| When you become the punch that gets thrown around
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| And you keep crawling up in between all the falling down
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| And you kill your confidence in the usual way
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| Yeah you kill your confidence in the usual way that you found
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| When you’re only ever looking down
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| And always waiting for them to come around
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| With Manhattan on Mute I’m dipping lower
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| I’m finding it hard to keep myself around
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| Manhattan on Mute I’m dipping lower
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| I’m finding it hard to keep myself around |