| Somewhere in the shifting city
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| We’re slipping shadows
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| Shifting into places
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| Over, under
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| In and out of phase I wander
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| Often I can feel the drifting sea
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| All shifting slowly through me
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| When I’m waking and when I’m half asleep
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| Somehow
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| Somewhere
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| Some trace
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| Some place…
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| Somewhere in the shifting city
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| The drifting city
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| The glistening city
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| The tricky vivid glittering city
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| And I’m still trying to figure in it
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| Somewhere, Somehow, Some trace, Some place…
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| Silent Sunday, early morning
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| Over under damp and dawning
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| We’ll be waltzing by the windows
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| Stunned by all the sudden sunglow
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| Can we play the moves before we go?
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| Empty empire into bungalow
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| Slowly shifting into other vistas
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| Visiting and lost and listless
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| Listening, misty
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| Seeing, shady
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| Waving, meeting
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| Swirling, swaying
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| Saying something to me slowly
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| Somewhere in the shifting city
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| Sometime, Somehow, Some trace, Some place…
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| (And I will find you in the streets and you will know me)
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| Somewhere in the shifting city
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| The drifting city
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| The glistening city
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| The tricky vivid glittering city
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| And I’m still trying to figure in it
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| (And I will see you in the streets when you are lonely)
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| Somewhere, Somehow, Some trace, Some place…
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| (And I will find you in the streets and you will know me) |