| All of my dreams are in New York
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| All of my thoughts are bound to flee
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| Paris, Madrid; |
| Tokyo, Delhi
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| Did you all go traveling to get away from me?
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| Most of my heart is in Berlin
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| This is where all my dreams begin
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| L.A., Milan, London, Beijing
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| Did you all go traveling to never let me in?
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| For years and years I tried to hide
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| The Eiffel Towers of Copenhagen
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| I had a billion people
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| Hiding in my basement
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| Oh Copenhagen how it hurts
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| Deep down in my belly
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| To think of how I loved you
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| And was never loved in return
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| I dream of cities, I dream of neon lights
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| I dream of cities, I dream of coloured skies
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| I dream of sushi cooks, I dream of Auster books
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| I dream of cities, I dream of skyline views
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| I dream of cities, I dream of drug abuse
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| I dream of business suits, I dream of prostitutes
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| I dream of cities, I dream of mere cement
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| I dream of cities, I dream of Liebeskind
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| I dream of things rebuilt, I dream of dreams fulfilled
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| I dream of cities, I dream in neon lights |