| They boarded up my favorite bar
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| The Frenchman lost his restaurant
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| And the secret alleys were rearranged
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| I woke one day and it had changed
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| My city’s gone
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| My city’s gone
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| I lost another one
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| On forty-three, my heart once beat
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| On forty-five, I came alive
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| And there was a spirit, so young and free
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| It spoke to you, it spoke to me
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| My city’s gone (my city, oh oh)
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| Oh no, my city’s gone (my city’s gone)
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| I lost another one
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| I met a man who coughed and swore
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| That it had been changing since it was born
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| That it was I and nothing more
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| From twenty-three to thirty-four
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| My city’s gone
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| My city’s gone
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| And I have to go
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| My city’s gone
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| I still found me back in the mall
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| I will not decline
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| Still feeling lost and nothing more
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| I feel lost in time
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| Does anybody happen to know (happen to know)
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| Way after I’m
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| Still feeling lost and manageable
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| I say nothing’s right
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| Tell it all from the heart
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| I’m sitting out at the bar
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| Tell it all that I’m making my way |