| Well, I can hear the noise in the city
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| But I can’t move what is that in the distance
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| Well, it’s the gateway through
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| The night’s so young, I feel numb
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| If you hear them, hear them too
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| I won’t be far, too far from you
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| And if you see them, see them too
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| They won’t be far, too far from you
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| You get the sickness from the heat wave
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| The sickness of the afraid
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| I get the shakies from the party, oh
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| And I can’t find you
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| My conscience found its new name
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| It tries and gets me in a new way
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| I’m like a voice in the city
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| I know I won’t find you this time
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| Now I can hear the noise from the city
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| Is there no one here
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| What is that in the subtext, will your voice be clear?
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| As time goes by you’ll might find
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| If you hear them, hear them too
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| I won’t be far, too far from you
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| And if you see them, see them too
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| They won’t be far, too far from you
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| You get the sickness from the heat wave
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| The sickness of the afraid
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| I get the shakies from the party, oh
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| And I can’t find you
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| My conscience found its new name
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| It tries and gets me in a new way
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| I’m like a voice in the city
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| I know I won’t find you this time
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| The night’s so young, I feel numb
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| If you hear them, hear them too
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| I won’t be far, too far from you
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| And if you see them, see them too
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| They won’t be far, too far from you |