| I’m not convinced we should strive for Midtown
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| I believe we should collectively neglect it
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| Let the ivy and weeds grow over
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| All get together in a few hundred years or so
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| 'Cause I’m not convinced that we should exist at all
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| Man, I didn’t ask for this, so on a bad day I get bitter about it
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| I am admitting a lack of gratitude, I know
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| But when I look at that faded clipping of my mother, 15 years old on a bicycle
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| Smiling for the local paper, looking like my sister, I feel overgrown
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| With that deep, deep love
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| That deep, deep love
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| With that deep, deep love
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| That deep, deep love, mmh
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| That deep, deep love
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| With that deep, deep love
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| With that love
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| With that deep, deep love, mmh
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| That love
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| When I’m with my lover and she steps out of the shower and she’s tuggin' too
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| hard on her snarled hair
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| I ask her to come over and sit down on the bed
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| I make a fist below the root and I loosen the grip of those knots without
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| rippin' another strand
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| She takes a comb to kiss the open palm of my hand
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| And I am tangled in
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| Oh, that deep, deep love
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| In that deep, deep love
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| That deep, deep love, mmh
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| That deep, deep love
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| In that deep, deep love
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| In that love
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| Oh, in that deep, deep love, mmh
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| That love
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| When I walk by my neighbor and he’s on his front steps
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| With his two scruffy dogs and he’s cooing their names
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| And his wife comes out to join him and they coo those names in unison
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| They kiss those dirty little noses
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| And I watch from the sidewalk as they live inside all that love
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| Passin' by a pure scene in somebody else’s life gives my life meanin'
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| Passin' through a good scene in somebody else’s life fills my cup,
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| it fills my cup
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| It ignites that fire
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| To pour out my love
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| Give all my love
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| My deep, deep love
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| Give all my love
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| Give all your love
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| All your love
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| Give all your love
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| All your love
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| Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love |