| I go to the parties
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| Throw my hands in the air
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| I drink what they pour me
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| The cups of ''who cares?''
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| Go up in the night sky
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| Up in the clouds
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| Fly over the houses
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| I’m looking down
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| Joy to the city
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| Joy to the streets
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| And joy to you baby, wherever you sleep
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| Tonight, tonight, tonight
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| Tonight, tonight, tonight
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| There’s no ghosts in the graveyard
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| That’s not where they live
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| They float in between us
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| 'What is' and 'what if'
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| And cast our own shadows
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| Before our own eyes
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| You don’t get them up here though
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| They don’t come up high
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| Joy to the city
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| The parking lot lights
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| The lion of evening
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| With the rain in its eyes
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| Joy to the freeway
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| And joy to the cars
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| And joy to you baby, wherever you are
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| Tonight, tonight, tonight
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| Tonight, tonight, tonight
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| There’s pain in whatever
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| We stumble upon
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| If I never had met you
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| You couldn’t have gone
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| But then I couldn’t have met you
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| We couldn’t have been
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| I guess it all adds up
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| To joy to the end
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| Joy to the city
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| The heatwave and all
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| To the lion of evening
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| With the storm in its paw
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| And joy to the many
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| And joy to the few
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| And joy to you baby
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| Joy to me too
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| Tonight, tonight, tonight
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| Tonight, tonight, tonight
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| Tonight, tonight, tonight |