| San Francisco New York City
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| Strangely silent strangely empty
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| His graffiti filled the subway
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| But where’s my brother
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| He could keep you up for hours
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| In a town of wilting flowers
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| I can more or less continue my life
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| I can give in or I can try
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| Hit the ground running
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| Hit the ground running for your life
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| Deadly virus so few survivors
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| Creeps up quickly leaves you darkly
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| But where’s my brother
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| When you’re standing shoulder to shoulder
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| Fear and anger make you bolder
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| I can more or less continue my life
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| I can give in or I can try
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| Hit the ground running
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| Hit the ground running for your life
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| He could keep you up for hours
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| He could keep you up for hours
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| I can more or less continue my life
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| I can give in or I can try
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| Hit the ground running
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| Hit the ground running for your life
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| I can always hit the street swaying
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| But there’s no one there to catch you when you fall
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| Hit the ground running
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| Hit the ground running for your life
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| I went to the river on the Lower East Side
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| Cried and cried and cried and cried
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| Went to the River on the Lower East Side
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| I cry cry cry cry cried |