| And just outside I can hear the
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| Sounds of the early morning
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| Street becoming way too loud and
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| The hum of the engines of the
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| Cars on the street.
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| And with this cigarette that I just lit as I pass
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| The 53rd st. |
| bridge right now the world just
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| Seems too big so sit down and remind me how this
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| Is the same old story of growing up and getting
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| Lost. |
| and outside I can see my breath in between
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| The words that fog my spinning head and I can
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| See the sun coming up.
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| And its just light enough to see
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| Another cigarette that I just lit
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| As I pass the 53rd st. |
| bridge right
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| Now the world just seems too big
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| And all the late night
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| Calls and all the
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| Lost hopes and the
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| Missed connections
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| And the lost direction. |