| And the lamb lies down on Broadway
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| Early morning Manhattan
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| Ocean wings blowing on the land
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| Movie-Palaces now undone
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| The all-night watchmen have had their fun
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| Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show
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| It’s the same old ending — it’s time to go Get out —
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| It seems they cannot leave their dream
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| There’s something moving in the sidewalk steam
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| And the lamb lies down on Broadway
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| Night-time's flyers feel their pains
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| Drugstore take down the chains
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| Metal motion comes in bursts
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| But the gas station can quench that thirst
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| Suspension cracked on an unmade road
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| The trucker’s eyes read «Overload»
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| And out of the subway
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| Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
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| Exits into daylight, it’s spraygun hid
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| And the lamb lies down on Broadway
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| The lamb seems right out of place
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| Yet the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its face
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| Somehow it’s lying there
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| Brings a stillness to the air
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| Though man-made light, at night is very bright
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| There’s no whitewash victim
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| As the neons dim, to the coat of white
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| Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
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| Wipes his gun — he’s forgotten what he did
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| And the lamb lies down on Broadway
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| Suzanne tired, her work all done
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| Thinks money — honey — be on — neon
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| Cabman’s velvet glove sounds the horn
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| And the sawdust king spits out his scorn
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| Wonder women you can draw your blind
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| Don’t look at me, I’m not your kind
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| I’m Rael
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| Something inside me has just begun
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| Lord knows what I have done
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| And the lamb lies down on Broadway
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| On Broadway —
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| They say the lights are always bright on Broadway |