| If life was simple
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| Every day like Sunday afternoon
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| There’d be no reason
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| To wake up, fight back, be a better you
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| Come dance by the fire
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| 'Til you’re feeling higher
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| Than the State of Empire
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| Let that New York feeling
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| Kill your pain into your ears
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| Let the rhythm dry your tears
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| As the world stops
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| And the band plays
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| Walking to the light all of a sudden
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| And the band plays
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| Always making something out of nothing
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| Turn your heartache into loving
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| And the band plays
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| Beware the straight roads
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| Or they’ll catch you sleeping at the wheel
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| The warning sirens are more than sounds
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| There’s something you can feel
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| Come let down your hair
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| Let your despair be shared
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| You can dance in your bed
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| Let that downtown feeling
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| Kill your pain and all your fears
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| Let the rhythm dry your tears
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| As the work stops
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| And the band plays
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| Walking to the light all of a sudden
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| And the band plays
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| We’re always making something out of nothing
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| Turn your heartache into loving
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| And the band plays
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| And the band plays
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| Boom boom boom
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| Pow wow wow
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| Crashing on the cymbals
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| And the band plays
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| Boom boom boom
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| Pow wow wow
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| Can you hear the trumpets
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| Screaming at the trombones
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| Walking to the light all of a sudden
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| And the band plays
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| You know we’re always making something out of nothing
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| Turn your heartache into loving
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| And the band plays |