| My mind burnt out like stardust
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| On December One
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| You stood there in the hallway
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| Like moonlight on the run
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| You said if the lights go out on New York
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| The lights go out on us
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| And in seconds, it was over
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| Like stardust into rust
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| Baby, I don’t have your number
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| I don’t even know your name
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| But I’ll be calling you from New York
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| And hoping you feel the same
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| And if the lights go out on New York
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| The lights go out on us
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| In seconds it will be over
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| Like stardust into rust
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| I’m losing sleep to lucid dreams
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| Where I’m walking in a field
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| You are there, your wicked soul
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| Wandering to me
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| You haven’t called and it’s been hours
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| You haven’t written or sent flowers
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| Oh God, did you think that
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| It might just be too hard?
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| Oh God, did you think that
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| Or did you know it from the start?
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| Baby, I don’t have your number
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| I don’t even know your name
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| But I’ll be calling you from New York
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| And hoping you feel the same
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| And if the lights go out on New York
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| The lights go out on us (The lights on New York)
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| In seconds it will be over (The lights on New York)
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| Like stardust into rust (The lights on New York)
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| The lights go out on us
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| The lights on New York
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| The lights go out on us |