| As I looked out mid-flight, down at the chinese night
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| Looked like inverted spiderwebs of traffic lights
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| Go back to hours before
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| Sky scrapers watched in awe
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| We took a cab in vain and in the haze we saw
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| The words were cutting deeper than before
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| When you glow you’re heading down a darker corridor
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| Then you went verbal on me
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| Then I went down on you
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| You didn’t know what to do cause I do so well
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| You dropped me into your bath
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| I almost drowned in your bed
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| And then the skyline sang
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| A sound in Shanghai roar
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| The city didn’t sound like this before
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| Shanghai roar
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| It never knew how good it was at all
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| As I got out in the street, out in the Asian heat
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| A walk of shame at dawn, your 'll call to me
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| Hey, I’ll be here in the night
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| Ready to set things right
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| You know how stuff goes down
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| When I let skin be torn
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| You never knew how good that was before
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| Shanghai roar
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| I never wanna leave here anymore
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| But then you had to go
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| I never wanna feel this anymore
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| Shanghai, no
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| I still recall the texture of your bedroom floor
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| They always have to go
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| I never wanna feel this anymore
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| Shanghai, no
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| They’re never even staring at a hotel door |