| I took a plane
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| I took a train
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| (Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)
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| I said to Carl
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| Look up for once
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| (See just how the sun sets in the sky)
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| I said to Jon
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| Do you think the girls here
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| (Ever wonder how they got so pretty?)
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| Oh well I do
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| Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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| Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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| Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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| All the boys
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| With their home-made microphones
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| (Have very interesting sounds)
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| All the girls falling to ruin
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| Dropping out of school, breakin' daddy’s heart
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| (Just to hang around)
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| I walked into the local record store
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| And asked for an American music anthology
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| It sounds fun
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| They taught my sketches (?)
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| Stuck 'em on the walls of PS1
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| I took a plane
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| I took a train
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| (Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)
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| Stranded at Bleeker and Broadway
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| Looking for something to do
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| Someone somewhere asked me is there anything in particular I can help you with?
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| (All I ever want to help with was you)
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| Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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| Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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| Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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| Look out upon the Myriad Harbour |