| If these buildings crumble
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| And all these machines shut down
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| Im still here for you
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| If this city goes dark
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| And all these machines melt down
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| Im still here for you
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| Things may come and things may go
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| But not my love
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| Things may come and things may go
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| But not my love for you
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| Mysterious
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| He rolled back into town
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| With war stories to tell
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| He met a girl and she listened well
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| So he poured out his soul
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| He said «i dont like what my city’s become now
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| But its my hometown»
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| So the love still the same
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| And now she is a part of it
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| Eyes shine bright like the heart of it
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| So his love for her
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| Always will remain
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| Things may come and things may go
|
| But not my love
|
| Things may come and things may go
|
| But not my love for you
|
| If these buildings crumble
|
| And all these machines shut down
|
| Im still here for you
|
| If this city goes dark
|
| And all these machines melt down
|
| Im still here for you
|
| They met up on a late night
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| Heart racing like some race-bikes
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| Sw, sw-swtichin' into high gear (high gear)
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| He took her on a ride in his skyline
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| Moon shining up above
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| She watched the red lights atop the skyscrapers peel away
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| As he punched on the gas
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| She cried out «dangerous»
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| But deep down she liked the rush
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| And thrill of it all
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| Things may come and things may go
|
| But not my love
|
| Things may come and things may go
|
| But not my love for you
|
| If these buildings crumble
|
| And all these machines shut down
|
| Im still here for you
|
| If this city goes dark
|
| And all these machines melt down
|
| Im still here for you |