| I found you sitting on a suitcase crying
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| Beneath my feet,
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| I feel the rumble of a subway train
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| I laugh out loud,
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| 'cause it’s the one thing I hadn’t been trying
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| The train came in breathless,
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| The passanger’s restless
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| You say, «Baby, you’ll never change»
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| You gotta get gone, you gotta get going
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| Hey, the world ain’t slowing down for no one
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| It’s a carnival callin out to you
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| It sounds like a song,
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| Hits you like scripture
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| You paint the picture
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| With colors squeezed from your hand
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| Weren’t you the kid
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| Who just climbed on the merry-go-round
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| Hey look, the world ain’t slowing down
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| Hey, hey, the world ain’t slowing down
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| Hey, hey…
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| Out on the sidewalk,
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| Pigeon’s do the moonwalk
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| I’ll be dancing like Fred Astaire
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| The lamppost’s are rockin,
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| The whole town’s talkin
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| Like a fool in a barber’s chair
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| And I get the sensation,
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| The joy and fustration
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| Like being caught by a tropical rain
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| Freedom can numb you,
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| When there’s no place to run to
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| It feels just like Novocane
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| You gotta get gone, you gotta get going
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| Hey the world ain’t slowin down for no one
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| It’s a carnival callin out to you
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| (it's callin out to you)
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| It sounds like a song,
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| Hits you like scripture
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| You paint the picture
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| With colors squeezed from your hand
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| Weren’t you the kid
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| Who just climbed on the merry-go-round
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| Hey look, the world ain’t slowin down
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| Hey, hey, the world ain’t slowing down
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| Hey, hey…
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| You packed up all your handbags,
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| Throwing off the sandbags
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| I let go and you stepped free
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| I didn’t want to loose you
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| You said, «You didn’t choose to,
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| It’s just how your karma came.»
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| But thanks for the vision,
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| And the twenty-twenty wisdom
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| It hit me like a south-bound train
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| You gotta get gone, you gotta get going
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| Hey the world ain’t slowin down for no one
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| It’s a carnival callin out to you
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| (it's callin out to you)
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| It sounds like a song,
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| Hits you like scripture
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| You paint the picture
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| With colors squeezed from your hand
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| Weren’t you the kid
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| Who just climbed on the merry-go--
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| Weren’t you the kid
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| Who just climbed on the merry-go--
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| Weren’t you the kid
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| Who just climbed on the merry-go-round
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| Hey look, the world ain’t slowin down
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| Hey, hey, the world ain’t slowin down
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| Hey, hey, it’s a big, blue world
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| It’s a big, blue world
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| Ridin' on a big, blue w |