| In the morning, I look out the window
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| See the traffic drifting below
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| All alone and feeling so apart
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| With my coat and boots in the winter
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| Crossing the plaza, where in the summer
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| You held my hand, and in it was my heart
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| The streets, they have a history
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| Puts me in a day dream
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| And walking through the memories
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| Keeps my mind wandering
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| All that I can tell you
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| Is that I still want to
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| Hold your body close to
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| My heart beating, feel it beating
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| On the train, I keep my eyes closed
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| As the buildings rush past the windows
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| I’m in motion, but keeping very still
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| In the streetlights, I watch my shadow
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| Pass the door was so long ago
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| We were here, our hearts completely filled
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| The streets, they have a history
|
| Puts me in a day dream
|
| And walking through the memories
|
| Keeps my mind wandering
|
| All that I can tell you
|
| Is that I still want to
|
| Hold your body close to
|
| My heart beating, feel it beating
|
| In the morning, I look out the window
|
| See the traffic drifting below
|
| All alone and feeling so apart
|
| On the train, I keep my eyes closed
|
| As the buildings rush past the windows
|
| In a city that makes me feel so alone, so alone
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| The streets, they have a history
|
| Puts me in a day dream
|
| And walking through the memories
|
| Keeps my mind wandering
|
| All that I can tell you
|
| Is that I still want to
|
| Hold your body close to
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| My heart beating, feel it beating |