| We’re stranded at the lights
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| With extraordinary distance
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| Covered in a blanket
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| Of northern snow
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| I am your protection
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| The last line of defense
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| I’ll try to keep my promises
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| To all of our friends
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| I don’t have a coat
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| And we don’t have a car
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| But honey if you’re patient
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| Oh the overpass in Harlem shines like
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| Neon violence in my blood
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| So red and white, and out of our control
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| You swore it on your life
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| You wouldn’t get so tired
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| But I can hear you lying
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| Over the phone
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| This as such is failure
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| Wholly on my part
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| To rectify our balance with
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| The credit on the cards
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| But I don’t have the nerve
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| But if you have the heart
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| Honey if you’re patient
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| Oh the overpass in Harlem shines like
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| Neon violence in my blood
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| So red and white, and out of our control
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| Do they drown their young in Hudson waters?
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| Bring their children with disorders
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| Into the night and the dark northern cold
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| You see it in their faces
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| Strong against the white
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| Fighting with the angels
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| For glory and pride
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| And we are not peculiar
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| But am I not at fault?
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| This is the arrangement
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| And what I’ve been sold
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| I don’t have a coat
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| And we don’t have a car
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| But honey if you’re patient
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| The city isn’t far
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| Oh the overpass in Harlem shines
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| Like neon violence in my blood
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| So red and white, and out of our control
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| Do they drown their young in Hudson waters?
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| Bring their children with disorders
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| Into the night and the dark northern cold
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| And it shakes and rattles through the ward
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| A lightning bolt across the door
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| Fluorescent like the visions in my sleep
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| So much braver than our present life
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| A golden factory of light
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| And you’ll live long enough to catch its beams |