| Shadows run so mysterious
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| Silhouetted as they pirouette
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| Behind the stairs
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| That take them farther from home
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| 17th street, Tenth Avenue
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| The ice age fell so just deal with it
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| Put your gloves in your pocket boy
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| Let’s go to war
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| Light years from the parking lot I once played
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| And the bed last night where I laid
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| Open the curtains boy
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| It’s time
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| Somewhere tomorrow’s promise rings
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| Somewhere a Sunday choir sings
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| Somewhere is where I want to be
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| Time Square, it’s a carnival
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| Were there lights?
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| I failed to notice
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| But twenty seven needles lay
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| In the cracks where I walk
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| For all the dreams and the saviors we once knew
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| All the flags we waved without a clue
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| Open the curtains boy
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| It’s time
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| Somewhere tomorrow’s promise rings
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| Somewhere a Sunday choir sings
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| Somewhere is where I want to be
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| In New Orleans lies the punishment
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| Distorted eyes look past the crime scene
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| Year after year
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| Waiting to be found |