| You used to live in New York City
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| Then you moved to L.A.
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| But you still miss the streets
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| Where you used to play
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| So you hurry on back there
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| (Even) Leave your pool and your car
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| Only to find you no longer belong
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| Fool don’t you know what you are
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| Hit the streets at midnight
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| Still dancing after dawn
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| But something seems to be missing
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| Just what are you running from
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| Do you like your love in the dark
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| Or laid out in the sun
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| When you just can’t make up your mind
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| Don’t you know what you’ve become
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| Bi-coastal, miss the natural speed of the city
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| Bi-coastal, California’s fine if you’re pretty
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| Bi-coastal, when both are so much fun
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| Why do you have to pick one
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| You can always hear me singing
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| Oh say can you see
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| From the towers of Manhattan
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| To the hills of Beverly
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| All those girls in TV movies
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| All those boys on Broadway
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| When you can’t make up your mind
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| You know you’d go either way
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| Bi-coastal, miss the natural speed of the city
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| Bi-coastal, California’s fine if you’re pretty
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| Bi-coastal, when both are so much fun
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| Why do you have to pick one |