| She’s a city girl
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| Flashes lead her down the runway
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| She’s my airplane
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| Stares at the sun, looks down on everyone
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| And keeps rocking her new shades, her new shades
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| I’m a city boy
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| Living in the shadows of Times Square
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| Praying to go somewhere
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| And everyday, I turn to gold and rock my shades
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| And I will make it through this night alive, alive
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| Can you find me in the midst of a crowd?
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| And do you dream of me when the lights go down?
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| And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes?
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| Do you feel me with every breath?
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| She’s my high school sweetheart
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| She keeps her red lipstick on
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| And every morning she wakes up
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| Puts on her makeup, and sings my songs
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| And I can make it through this night alive, alive
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| Can you find me in the midst of a crowd?
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| And do you dream of me when the lights go down?
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| And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes?
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| Do you feel me with every breath?
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| I’m an old school pop star, shakin' up her nine-noon angles
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| Pinned up by angels
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| Can’t catch my breath to speak
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| Can’t keep my monsters out of me
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| And I will make it through this night alive, alive
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| Can you find me in the midst of a crowd?
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| And do you dream of me when the lights go down?
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| And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes?
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| Do you feel me with every breath?
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| Can you find me in the midst of a crowd?
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| And do you dream of me when the lights go down?
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| And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes?
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| Do you feel me with every breath? |