| Broadway traffic streaming light
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| She came from California
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| Running from daylight into
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| This endless electric twilight
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| And when she dies a ghost is born
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| Singing «Get up! |
| Get up! |
| Get up!
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| Get up out of your memories!
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| Get out of the sunlight
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| Get out of that sleeping western town»
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| Got a little bit of running for you now
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| Got a little way to run
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| To answer all our hopes and fears
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| A king is leaving Union Square
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| Did we leave the light on?
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| Does he need a light on?
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| The king is screaming highway songs
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| Of blood and lies
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| Of hope and wrong
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| Did he leave a light on?
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| Does h need a light on?
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| Yesterday when w get older
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| We’ll look back on all the times
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| He had you putting a face on
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| Instead of just walking away
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| So paint your face black and blue again
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| Wake up! |
| Wake up! |
| Wake up!
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| Wake up new and
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| Put on the clothes that make you feel like you’re not broken
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| He put a little bit of color in your eye
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| You got a little bit of color
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| To answer all our hopes & prayers
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| An angel sang in Union Square
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| Did she leave the light on?
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| Do we need a light on?
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| The congregation came to stare
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| To touch her dress
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| To pull her hair
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| They tore her clothes and left her there
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| Did she need a light on?
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| Do we need a light on?
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| Do we need a light on?
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| Do we need a light on?
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| These daydream nations won’t come true
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| The ghosts you made up ghosted you
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| The angel learns to live with
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| Things that make her feel uneasy
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| And after all the dreaming’s done
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| She screams «Wake up! |
| Wake up! |
| Wake up! |
| Wake up!
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| This is a recording
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| A ghost of England
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| Awake in a dream of America»
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| You see him coming out the corner of your eye
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| You can hear him breathing when he runs
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| The King of all our hopes and fears
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| His train departing Union Square
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| Just moved to somewhere South of here
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| Did he leave a light on?
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| Her feathers stale with sex and beer
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| The angel of the pavement cries
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| «If god is dead, why am I here?
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| Did he leave a light on
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| For me?
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| Did he leave a light on
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| For me?
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| Did he leave a light on
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| For me?
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| Did he leave a light on
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| For me?» |