| I don’t know what it is about this city
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| Every road I walk down I discover
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| Little pieces I thought I never had in me
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| I never had in me
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| I guess you knew it all along
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| That somewhere down the darkest alley is a heartbeat
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| Is a heartbeat
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| You remind me
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| And I swear that I am walking through a daydream
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| Hear your heartbeat
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| That’s where you’re gonna find me
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| Every shape and transatlantic color wrap around me
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| I’ve discovered that I just want to get as far as I can run to From the sun in
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| California
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| I don’t know how the west is ever gonna win me
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| Once I’m breathing in the water
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| I’m gonna drown out every sentimental memory
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| Find the courage to start over
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| Oh, I know there’s got to be a reason
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| 'Cause I’m always running from my life
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| They say, «the road to hell is paved with good intentions»
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| But I don’t know what it is about this city
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| Miles away someone I know is sleeping
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| In a bedroom, by the window
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| I guess I’ve always been afraid that I would miss out
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| And get blown out like a candle
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| And I don’t know what it is about this city
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| Every road I walk down I discover
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| Little pieces I thought I never had in me
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| I never had in me
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| And it’s raining here in London
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| Oh, I know there’s got to be a reason
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| 'Cause I’m always running from my life
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| They say, «the road to hell is paved with good intentions»
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| But I don’t know what it is about this city |