| I was the daughter of my father
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| I was the colour of a half-lit moon
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| Riding down sunset
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| Making records at night
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| There’s a calling in my gut
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| And I have to just follow it
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| I was a girl in New York City
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| Collecting stories like I’m saving money
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| Just hanging on the wall
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| We didn’t care at all
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| 'cause caring meant that we weren’t invincible
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| Where is the line between all this joy and all this sorrow?
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| Who do you know?
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| It helps you get from here to there to tomorrow
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| What do I know? |
| What do I know?
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| I know that I want to see where this thing will go
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| Let’s resurrect the biggest feeling
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| Like getting hit with something strong and hot
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| With our wine-stained teeth
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| And some dirty little habits
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| I would never change a thing
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| Just the way I got out of bed
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| Where is the line between all this joy and all this sorrow?
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| Who do you know?
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| It helps you get from here to there to tomorrow
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| What do I know? |
| What do I know?
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| I know that I want to see where this thing will go
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| And then I landed like I was dreaming
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| Came back into
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| I started beating
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| With a headstrong body and a soft soft voice
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| And you never tried to change it you just
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| Wanted who I was
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| Where is the line between all this joy and all this sorrow?
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| Who do you know?
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| It helps you get from here to there to tomorrow
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| What do I know? |
| What do I know?
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| I know that I want to see where this thing will…
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| Go |