| No one lives in the future, no one lives in the past
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| The men who own the city make more sense than we do
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| Their actions are clear, their lives are their own
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| But you, went behind glass
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| Don’t let this boy go, don’t let this boy go
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| So long to the city, we’ll retell the story they wrote
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| My lips part to talk but I forgot what I was trying to remember
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| And that will remain unsaid
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| Is it love, love that’s on your mind
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| Love, not just of a certain kind
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| Love, no no not just of a certain kind
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| Is it love, love that’s on your mind
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| The men who own the city make more sense than we do
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| But you, went behind glass
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| Ain’t what we do without consequence
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| I’m saying it, I’m saying it
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| My lips part to talk but I forgot what I was trying to remember
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| And that will remain unsaid |