| There are wounds that stir up the force of gravity
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| A cold that will wipe the hope from your eyes
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| Young girl standing underneath the «L» train
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| Standing there, watching the trains go by …
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| You think that nobody knows where you are, girl
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| You think that nobody knows how this feels
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| Alone, in a world of your own
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| There you are girl
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| The small things float
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| To the top of gravity
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| Gravity
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| I’m telling you where it is
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| Gravity
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| We walk in easy snakes
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| Through the roulette rattling of the ethyl
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| And now the arson smell of moon
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| Polishes a newsstand
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| They empty the gas can
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| The watch the fire
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| If there are three girls running
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| There are three girls running nowhere
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| From remedies
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| That you call random
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| We call by name
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| And ask them to explain why
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| Oh, no I heard somebody
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| Hush up
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| Don’t say nothing
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| I thought I heard someone
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| Well we walk when we want to go
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| Nobody’s gonna be there
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| Seen somebody, somebody
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| Be quiet
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| Nobody’s there …
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| Nobody
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| I could not say no to the light of my desire
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| I’m not asking so much
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| But you roll-call the passion
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| His lips?
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| No
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| His back?
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| No
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| His face?
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| No, no, no
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| I’m not asking so much!
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| I try to imagine another planet, another sun
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| Where I don’t look like me
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| And everything I do matters
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| Where you are, girl
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| In your green paint
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| With a pin to pull
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| At the fingertips of gravity
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| Gravity
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| I’m telling you where it is
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| Gravity |