| Smoke of dreams
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| They call you in
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| To the crazy cities dim light
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| And the silhouettes that fall from grace
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| And they are laughing in love
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| Smoking ghosts find pleasure
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| You’ll find their presence near
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| They risk capture to be crushed
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| Aroused into the cheap machines
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| Flashing time down the stream
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| Holding hands on the subway
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| And the smoking spirits
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| They will take you in
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| They wait for you in the shadow
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| New York City is everything
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| People see the ghost dance fearless
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| Smoke of dreams
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| They pull you in
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| To the crazy cities cool light
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| And the silhouettes that fall from dreams
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| They are laughing forever
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| Smoking ghosts find their way in
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| Inside your heart, girl
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| Flashing time down the stream
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| They wait for you in the shadow
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| Smoke of dreams
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| Smoke of dreams |