| High rise, veins of the avenue
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| Bright eyes and subtle variations of blue
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| Everywhere is balanced there like a rainbow above you
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| Street lights glisten on the boulevard
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| And cold nights make staying alert so hard
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| For heaven’s sake, keep me awake so I won’t be caught off guard
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| Clearly I am a passerby but I’ll find a place to stay
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| Dear pacific day, won’t you take me away?
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| Small town hearts of the New Year
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| Brought down by gravity, crystal clear
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| City fog and brave dialogue converge on the frontier
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| Make haste, I feel your heartbeat
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| With new taste for speed, out on the street
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| Find a road to a humble abode where both of our routes meet
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| The silver sound is all around and the colors fall like snow
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| The feeling of letting go, I guess we’ll never know
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| Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
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| And I’ll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
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| Cuz your heart has a lack of color and we should’ve known
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| That we’d grow up sooner or later cuz we wasted all our free time alone
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| Your nerves gather with the altitude
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| Exhale the stress so you don’t come unglued
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| Somewhere there is a happy affair, a ghost of a good mood
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| Wide eyed, panic on the getaway
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| The high tide could take me so far away
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| VCR’s and motorcars unite on the Seventh Day
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| A popular gauge will measure the rage of the new Post-Modern Age
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| Cuz somewhere along the line all the decades align
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| We were the crashing whitecaps
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| On the ocean
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| And what lovely seaside holiday, away
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| A palm tree in Christmas lights
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| My emotion
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| Struck a sparkling tone like a xylophone
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| As we spent the day alone
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| Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
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| And I’ll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
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| Cuz your heart has a lack of color and we should’ve known
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| That we’d grow up sooner or later cuz we wasted all our free time alone |