| You took me to the overpass
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| to see the city from above
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| to show me how it’s all connected to
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| the safe little lifes we once knew
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| The dim light of the avenue
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| and white noise of a thousand talking suits
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| The gay bar on the corner where you fell
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| and broke your hand but couldn’t tell
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| «And all of this you wanna to leave?»
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| That’s indefineably bittersweet
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| every last piece of it"
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| Whatever you believe you believe
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| But everything was already in me
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| Everything was already in me
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| I took you to the hospital
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| and slept on a dirty floor for you
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| We always had an aptidute for class
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| and too many rounds of bad mash
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| «You'll miss the reservoir,
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| and looking at the stars
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| Is it just a lot of talk?»
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| You believe what you believe
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| It was always here in me
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| Just waiting in the wings
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| I’ll follow the undertow
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| and go whhere I need to go
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| 'Cos the place where I feel alive
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| isn’t home |