| In London, in Brooklyn
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| By the side of the road in the rain
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| It’s simple in this ghost town
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| Another set of eyes breaks me down again
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| I know there’s something going on with my perception
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| I see the same face in every new direction
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| And every set of eyes tells me something I know about myself
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| But never seem to wonder
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| This breaks my heart, each time I see the woman I don’t know
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| And all the nations tell me is we’re all the same way
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| In Berlin, in DC
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| Going south on a cocaine train
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| A church yard, a back yard
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| Keeping on till we find our way home again
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| To all of the nations
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| And two light towns
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| In the airports and gutters
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| The eyes shout all the same
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| This breaks my heart, each time I see the woman I don’t know
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| And all the nations tell me is we’re all the same way
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| Together we go through it all and
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| We’ve seen it all and we’re going nowhere
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| In life we can never try to break us down and
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| Get along
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| Together we sing along
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| In life we’ll never be alone
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| In life we’ll never be alone
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| Let’s celebrate the space that keeps us from ever getting in
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| From ever getting in
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| This breaks my heart each time I see the woman I don’t know
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| And all the nations tell me is we’re all the same way
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| Together we go through it all and
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| We’ve seen it all and we’re going nowhere
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| In life we can never try to break us down and
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| Get along |