| Yes I’m out tonight. |
| Look into my eyes
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| Listen to my heartbeat — I could not stay inside
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| The sound of your city lights, burning bright, heart’s delight
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| The rhythm of the summer heat
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| And the running feet on the city street
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| And the sun like wheat fields, waving cartwheels, crazy in the sky
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| Gauguin in syncopation to the rhythm and the sigh
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| The echo of your footsteps on the river makes me high
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| Don’t tell nobody I called it, 'cause I think it’ll make me cry
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| Crazy Louie looks for love in every lost saloon
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| His tension fits him like a glove. |
| He reeks of death and doom
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| Between the resurrection and the light, I’ve seen it too
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| Don’t tell nobody I called it — I think I’m in love with you
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| In the local bodega, the ladies are lovely now
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| And the gold tooth flashing like lightning now
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| Must be signaling somehow
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| T the loser in the cellar over there
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| Another fellow — take care
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| Cinderella’s in love with her ashes
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| Ad the love’s not fair
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| The animals are out tonight. |
| I hear it in the roar
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| Somebody ought to start a fight, before they start a war
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| The streets are like a jungle now, with a lock on every door
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| I’m going back to the city where a whore’s a whore
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| When I get back home, everything’ll be right again
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| When I’m on my own. |
| I can’t fight no more, my friend
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| I got the sound of the jungle ringing in my ears
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| I can’t hear the beginning from the end
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| And I’m frightened of bending in the wind
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| And I want to get back to the city again
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| Your breath is like a hurricane. |
| My heart beats like the sea
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| Your eyes a broken window pane in the dust of Galilee
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| My love ran racing through the night
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| Like a virgin running free
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| I can’t feel the light do away with me
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| And I want to go back to the city, back to the city
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| Back to the city again
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| Back to the city, back to the city
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| Back to the city again |