| There’s two lost souls finding love in Times Square
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| There’s the rumble of a train runnin' down a track
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| Lights are turnin' on the great white way
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| Cold beer here, pin stripes are at bat
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| Piano man is holding court at the Garden
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| All the street corner preachers are back
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| Faith believes when it can’t see
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| In who we are and who we’re gonna be
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| Angels ring a cathedral bell
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| And on the streets of New York
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| All is well
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| The Eastern sun is rising over sunset
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| Tourists taking selfies at the Hollywood sign
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| Waxing up their boards down in Venice
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| At Mickey’s house they’re all gathering in line, give it time
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| 'Cause faith believes when it can’t see
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| In who we are and who we’re gonna be
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| City of angels rising through the ashes of hell
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| And on the streets of L.A.
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| All is well
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| There’s a pickup rolling through the heartland
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| In the shotgun seat rides her daddy’s old six-string
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| Tonight she’ll be singin' in a bar on Broadway
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| She plays some Willie and everybody sings
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| Faith believes when it can’t see
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| In who we are and who we’re gonna be
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| Music City’s got some tales to tell
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| And on the streets of Nashville
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| All is well
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| Faith believes when it can’t see
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| In who we are and who we’re gonna be
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| Our lady in the harbor shinin' like a citadel
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| And on the streets of America
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| All is well
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| On the streets of America
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| All is well |