| Skip the subway, hail a taxi
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| Take the BQE right down, you know the drill
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| Friday night and things are happening
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| Hat, gloves, sweater get right at me
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| But everywhere we turn it’s like a living Urban Outfitters ad
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| Just an observation — I don’t know or really care if it’s good or bad
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| It’s as if you were just a beacon in a river that I couldn’t have
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| Now you’ve got cracks and fault lines in your pavement but I could be fine with
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| that
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| I was in love with you
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| I was in love with you
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| When we were standing on the roof
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| Overlooking our neighborhood
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| I could tell you were nervous
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| From the way that you stood
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| We were lookin at the houses and the lights and the cars
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| I was only watching you
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| I know you knew!
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| But you kept climbing higher
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| Here above the wires I will hang my heart
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| From the laces of your shoes
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| I will play my part
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| And promise not to move — I will hang very still
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| Aren’t they moments like these that you see in your head
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| Stop writing them down take me to bed
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| Its been a long time I’ve waited to be alone with you
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| It’s as if you were just a beacon in a river that I couldn’t have
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| Now you’ve got cracks and fault lines in the pavement but I could be fine with
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| that
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| I was in love with you
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| I was in love with you
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| I see your spire through the trees
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| The twisted metal in the leaves
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| There’s thunder in this very need
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| There’s something waking up in me
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| I know that you’ll appreciate
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| Your power to resuscitate
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| A soul that couldn’t run the race
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| And now I’m staring in the face or a facade
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| Is it a place or a mirage
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| I don’t care
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| Just put me there and take my clothes but don’t tell god
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| Off the map and into the stadium
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| Gladiators swingin like they famous
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| You were just a beacon in a river that I couldn’t have
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| Now you’ve got cracks and fault lines in the pavement
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| But I could be fine with that |