| I can’t remember what I planned tomorrow
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| I can’t remember when it’s time to go When I look in the mirror
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| Tracing lines with a pencil
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| I remember what came before
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| I wanted to think there was endless love
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| Until I saw the light dim in your eyes
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| In the dead of the night I found out
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| Sometimes there’s love that won’t survive
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| New York City
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| Such a beautiful disease
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| New York City
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| Such a beautiful,
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| Such a beautiful disease
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| Laura kept all her disappointments
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| Locked up in a box behind her closet door
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| She pulled the blinds and listened to the thunder
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| With no way out from the family store
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| We all told her things could get better
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| When you just say goodbye
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| I’ll lay awake one more night
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| Caught in a vision I want to deny
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| And did I mention the note that I found
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| Taped to my locked front door
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| It talked about no regrets
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| As it slipped from my hand to the scuffed tile floor
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| I rode the train for hours on end
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| And watched the people pass me by It could be that it has no end
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| Just an action junkie’s lullaby
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| New York City
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| We were full of the stuff that every dream rested
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| As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky
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| Caught up in the whole illusion
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| That dreams never pass us by Came to a tattoed conclusion
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| That the big one was knocking on the door
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| What started as a mass delusion
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| Would take me far from the place I adore
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| New York City |