| Well, I came to the city
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| I was running from the past
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| My heart was bleeding
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| And it hurt my bones to laugh
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| Stayed in the city
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| No exception to the rules, to the rule
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| He was born to love me
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| I was raised to be his fool, oh his fool
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| (Walk that line) Walk that line
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| (Torn apart) Torn apart
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| Gotta spend your whole life trying
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| (Ride that train) Ride that train
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| (Free your heart) And free your heart
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| It’s midnight up in Harlem
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| I went down to the river
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| And I took a look around
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| There were old man’s shoes
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| There were needles on the ground
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| No more mysteries, baby
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| No more secrets, no more clues
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| The stars are out there
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| You can almost see the moon
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| The streets are windy
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| And the subway’s closing down
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| Gonna carry this dream
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| To the other side of town
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| (Walk that line) Walk that line
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| (Torn apart) Torn apart
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| Gotta spend your whole life trying
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| (Ride that train) Ride that train
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| (Free your heart) And free your heart
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| It’s midnight up in Harlem |