| They say that New York City that never sleeps
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| But I think they’re only talking about me It’s 3 am and ninety-five degrees.
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| Si I dressed and went out for a bite to eat.
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| I found an open diner on fourteenth.
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| Yelena brought me carrot cake and tea
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| I wasn’t there-that wasn’t me It must have been my evil twin brother
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| I couldn’t hear-I didn’t see
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| It must have been my evil twin brother
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| Evil twin, my evil twin brother
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| The village was a maze of cobbled streets.
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| We stepped into a doorway out the rain
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| With the warm air from the subway on our skin.
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| An alleyway you’d never normally take
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| With a neon sign beneath a fire escape.
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| The man with the walkie talkie said come in…
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| I wasn’t there-that wasn’t me It must have been my evil twin brother
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| I couldn’t hear-I didn’t see
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| It must have been my evil twin brother
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| I hadn’t touched a drink in over a year
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| But I told myself I’d stop at just one beer
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| And found myself a stool at the bar.
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| A blur among the bodies in the strobe,
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| I saw Yelena spinning like a globe
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| She took my hand and led me on the floor…
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| I wasn’t there-that wasn’t me It must have been my evil twin brother
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| I couldn’t move-I couldn’t breathe
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| It must have been my evil twin brother
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| I wasn’t there-that wasn’t me It must have been my evil twin brother
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| How could I fall?-how could I cheat?
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| It must have been my evil twin brother. |