| Waiting around for the 7 express
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| New York was a bet, Queens was a guess
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| I thought I’d be working in Midtown: a winner
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| And now I’m biting my nails and I’m calling it dinner
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| So the man who’s living city life
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| Lies just disappear into the night
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| And I watch the faces on the passing trains
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| And I see a sweet smile and it’s going my way
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| But I’m:
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| Invisible, yeah that’s me
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| If you look then you’ll see right through me
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| Some day I’m gonna make my move
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| What do I got to lose?
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| Dancing with friends on a Tuesday night
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| Nothing lasts forever and that’s alright
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| I’m like a spy who came in from the cold
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| And then I’m gone again before you even know
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| Snow on the window of the taxi back home
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| I just sit back and I turn off my phone
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| The streets are glittering without a care
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| And I just vanish into thin air because I’m:
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| Invisible, yeah that’s me
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| Of course it gets a little lonely
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| Some day I’m gonna find my groove
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| What have I got to lose?
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| Cause it’s the after party for the after party
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| For the after party, and I don’t know nobody
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| And I don’t know where I’m going
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| I don’t know what I’m doing
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| And it’s last call
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| It’s always last call |