| There are children playing on the manpost
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| 'tending they are kids
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| They can climb up and fall down hard on their knees
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| Into this grass built for them
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| This puzzle made of dreams and nightmares
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| Full of shops and signs
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| All the lies behind the curtains
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| Every rule in conversation
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| Sometimes, somehow
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| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
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| And it works out
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| It works out
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| There are lovers kissing on their arms
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| Pretending they are stars
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| Well sometimes when I m tired
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| I waste my wishes in city lights
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| Sometimes, somehow
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| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
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| And it works out
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| It works out
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| All the lies behind the curtains
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| Every rule in conversation
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| Every lie and every law
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| Don’t convince me as much as when
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| Somehow sometimes when you miss this city
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| Smell real life
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| Sometimes, somehow
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| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
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| And it works out
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| It works out
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| Sometimes, somehow
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| Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
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| And it works out
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| It works out
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| Sometimes |