| If I could open my arms
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| And span the length of the Isle of Manhattan
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| I’d bring it to where you are
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| Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
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| If I could open my mouth
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| Wide enough for a marching band to march out
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| They would make your name sing
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| And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings
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| I wish we could open our eyes
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| To see in all directions at the same time
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| Oh what a beautiful view
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| If you were never aware of what was around you
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| And it is true what you said
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| That I live like a hermit in my own head
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| But when the sun shines again
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| I’ll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in
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| Sorrow drips into your heart through a pin hole
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| Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
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| But while you debate
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| «Half empty or half full?»
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| It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown
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| Your love is gonna drown (5x) |