| I met up with an acrobat
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| In Brooklyn or some place like that
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| With life and taxis flying past
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| We tore that dance hall down
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| Pocket change and subway cars
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| Our big ideas filled empty bars
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| You might be from the moon or Mars
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| Either way, I’m never going home
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| So, let’s hang an anchor from the sun
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| There’s a million city lights but
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| You’re number one
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| You’re the reason I’m still
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| Up at dawn
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| Just to see your face
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| We’ll be going strong
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| With the vampires, baby
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| We belong, we belong awake
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| Swinging from the fire escape
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| I was drinking from the wishing well
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| Some junkie metal-head hotel
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| When we boarded the carousel
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| The roof was caving in
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| On the stage, my Oxblood friend
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| Was singing songs about the end
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| The bankers in the lion’s den
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| Were dropping lines like beggars in the snow
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| So, let’s hang an anchor from the sun
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| There’s a million city lights but
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| You’re number one
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| You’re the reason I’m still
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| Up at dawn
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| Just to see your face
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| We’ll be going strong
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| With the vampires, baby
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| We belong, we belong awake
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| Swinging from the fire escape
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| Swinging from the fire escape
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| Swinging from the fire escape
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| Walking home, your hand in mine
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| Tattoos on the river line
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| The morning birds are taking flight
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| Either way, I thought that you should know
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| You’re my number one
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| You’re the reason I’m still
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| Up at dawn
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| Just to see your face
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| We’ll be going strong
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| With the vampires, baby
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| We belong, we belong awake
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| You’re my number one
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| You’re the reason I’m still
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| Up at dawn
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| Just to see your face
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| We’ll be going strong
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| With the vampires, baby
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| We belong, we belong awake
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| Swinging from the fire escape
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| Swinging from the fire escape
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| Swinging from the fire escape
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| Swinging from the fire escape |