| Big city calling, I hear the echo outside
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| There’s something so frightening in this deep western sky
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| I wish it was simple saying goodbye
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| Comfort me later, now let me cry
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| Will cracks in the pavement bring me some sort of truth?
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| Will they find some way to remind me of you?
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| Will the train running eastbound help me remember my part?
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| Will this wish for release fill the holes in my heart?
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| The sky filled with phantoms in their towers of light
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| And lovers so restless give themselves to the night
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| If you cut me wide open and you looked deep inside
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| Would you find something deeper than this worrying mind?
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| This room is too empty and these streets are too wide
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| And I don’t have the patience for this pain to subside
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| So I’m off to the land of litter and lights
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| Where rats in the tunnels keep the ghosts up all night
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| I’ll learn the streets slowly, maybe find someone new
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| We’ll drink up the sunrise and wake up with the moon
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| But I’m not so stupid, I’m not such a fool
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| To think that I’ll stop, stop thinking of you
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| I’m not so stupid, I’m not such a fool
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| To think that I’ll stop, stop thinking of you |