| And in the midst of it all it seems we’ve gone too far
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| Pushed the tides to feel rage the sky to pity us
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| There’s simply no way out, we have sank too deep
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| Cus there are too many problems for us to fix
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| And in the midst of it all it seems we’ve gone too far
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| Pushed the tides to feel rage the sky to pity us
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| There’s simply no way out, we have sank too deep
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| Cus there are too many problems for us to fix
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| Never thought it would come down this
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| Never thought that it would all amount this
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| Never thought it could go unnoticed
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| But here I am, eyes wide, arms open
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| You want know what it is to live and die in New York?
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| It’s to know that we are not in love anymore
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| I never wanted to hear or utter these words
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| Oh you’re gone, oh you’re gone, oh you’re gone
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| You want know what it is to live and die in New York?
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| It’s to know that we all fall on top of this sword
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| I never wanted to hear or utter these words
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| Oh you’re gone, oh you’re gone, oh you’re gone
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| You’re gone
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| Once the wind has resumed and we are no longer scared
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| Picking pieces to build the rain will let us there
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| There’s simply no way out, we have sank too deep
|
| Cus there are too many problems for us to fix
|
| Once the wind has resumed and we are no longer scared
|
| Picking pieces to build the rain will let us there
|
| There’s simply no way out, we have sank too deep
|
| Cus there are too many problems for us to fix
|
| Never thought it would come down this
|
| Never thought that it would all amount this
|
| Never thought it could go unnoticed
|
| But here I am, eyes wide, arms open
|
| You want know what it is to live and die in New York?
|
| It’s to know that we are not in love anymore
|
| I never wanted to hear or utter these words
|
| Oh you’re gone, oh you’re gone, oh you’re gone
|
| You want know what it is to live and die in New York?
|
| It’s to know that we all fall on top of this sword
|
| I never wanted to hear or utter these words
|
| Oh you’re gone, oh you’re gone, oh you’re gonee
|
| You want know what it is to live and die in New York?
|
| It’s to know that we are not in love anymore
|
| I never wanted to hear or utter these words
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| Oh you’re gone, oh you’re gone, oh you’re gone |