| Oh She was a dreamer
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| Painting mountains when she
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| Thinks no one sees her
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| Drawing stories in the night
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| They help her make it out alive
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| But She’s hoping that one day she’ll get it right
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| Cause they won’t believe her
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| When she tells them of the worlds she can see up there
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| But those broken wings won’t fly
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| Without someone to make it right
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| So she’s leaving town to fix it all tonight
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| And she moved to the city just to figure it out
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| By the lower east side, second street in the morning south
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| But she’s scared, she’s scared, she’s scared she’s still lost
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| And on the balcony she cries
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| Who am I If I’m one of a million lights
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| Trapped in the Manhattan sky
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| All I hear is my echo echo
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| He kept the lights dim
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| Hides his face
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| So he knows they’ll never find him
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| Catching lightning in the night
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| It’s helped him make it out alive
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| But one man’s passion is another’s copyright
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| The kids used to doubt him
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| Now they pretend he couldn’t have done it without them
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| Oh his broken wings they fly
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| But that still doesn’t make it right
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| Cause he felt stronger when the world was out of sight
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| Cause he may have found home in the city of dreams
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| But the lights in Times Square aren’t as bright as they seem
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| But he knows, he knows, he knows it’s worth the cost
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| And on the balcony he cries
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| Who am I If I’m one of a million lights
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| Trapped in the Manhattan sky
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| All I hear is my echo echo
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| And on the balcony they cry
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| Who am I If I’m one of a million lights
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| Trapped in the Manhattan sky
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| All I hear is my echo echo |