| Raindrops are dancing in the street
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| To the rhythms of the city beat
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| They can wash away all my regrets
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| With the smell of someone else’s cigarette
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| I left my home with trembling fear
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| When the money’s gone, it’s all so clear
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| The currencies I failed to see
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| Pump through the veins inside of me
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| I might light up the sky bright as the sun
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| It’s not the right time but I’m making it mine
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| Keep the light in your eyes and feet off the ground
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| How can you hope to be heard if no one’s around?
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| What lies behind the mystery?
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| The fabric of our greatness?
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| Assembled into shapes and sounds
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| Catch them riding up and down the town
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| Captivate with seamless bliss, the simplicity of breathing
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| Forget our place just for a while
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| We’re feeling lost but traveling the mile
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| I might light up the sky bright as the sun
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| You take your time but please don’t take mine
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| I’m counting the days
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| Keep the light in your eyes and feet off the ground
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| How can you hope to be heard if no one’s around?
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| And we have lived through the storm, all to what aim?
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| Here in the city of gods is where we remain |