| I walk the city late at night.
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| Does everyone here do the same?
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| I want to be the things I see,
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| Give every face and place my name.
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| I cross the street, take a right,
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| Pick up the pace, pass a fight.
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| Did I grow up just to stay home?
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| I’m not immune — I love this tune.
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| I wanna love more.
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| I just wanna love more.
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| I drag the city late at night.
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| It’s in my mouth, it’s in my hair.
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| The people fill the city because
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| The city fills the people, oh yeah.
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| I cross the street, avoid the freeze —
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| A city’s warmer by a couple degrees.
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| The smell of food. |
| The smell of rain.
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| I’m not immune — I love this tune.
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| I wanna love more.
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| There’s a river in my head.
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| I just wanna love more.
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| There’s a river in my head.
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| The only way out is down.
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| The only way up is down.
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| The day roll by like thunder
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| Like a storm that’s never breaking,
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| All my time and spacecompressed
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| In the low pressure of the proceedings,
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| And they beat against the sides of my life,
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| And the roads all lead behind me,
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| So I wrap the wheel around me and I go out.
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| There’s a river in my head.
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| I’ll take you home and make it easy.
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| Love more. |