| I’ve got a ticket to the fast city
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| Where the bells don’t really ring
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| Getting off the plane the cold air
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| Rushes like bullets through my brain
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| And I’m divided between penguins and cats
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| But it’s not about what animal you’ve got
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| It’s about being able to fly, it’s about dying nine times
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| Walked on Broadway, going up to Falls
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| With the old man I used to know
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| The paintings on the walls of release
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| Are colourful but they are no Matisse
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| And I’m divided between penguins and cats
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| But it’s not about what animal you’ve got
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| It’s about being able to fly, it’s about dying nine times
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| It’s about being able to fly, it’s about dying nine times |