| In New York City trying to find our own feet
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| Two tangled hearts in the mise en scène
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| Holding me close as make out the streets
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| By the window in the afternoon
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| I set and watch the kids leaving from school
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| Little packs falling down their backs
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| Place on the corner is a work of art
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| Some inviting, some pushing too hard
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| You find some history behind every pain
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| I’ll always be with you
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| In a noisy bar the band will play
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| I sit and listen while a man tries to say
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| He has exactly what he thinks I might need
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| Niko fills the walls to The Dressing Room
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| A foxy tail of wit, who’s nobody’s fool
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| He cried, «Why would you leave you only just came?
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| It’s always the same»
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| I took my lover on a bridge to the world
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| Her lights draped like a like of string of pearls
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| All that beauty from so much toil
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| I’ll always be with you
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| It’s the nighttime, but the noise doesn’t end
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| My sheets get twisted as I turn in the bed
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| I recall a dream you were living again
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| Busy lights will shine tonight and all the foofaraw
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| Someone will come to take me out, lets drink a little more
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| Pulled and torn I try to work, remember what it’s for
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| I can’t help but think about the way we were before |