| An ancient business, a modern piece of glasswork
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| Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing
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| The elderly sales clerk won’t eye us with suspicion
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| The whole, immortal corporation’s given its permission
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| A little stairway, a little piece of carpet
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| A pair of mirrors that are facing one another
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| Out in both directions, a thousand little Julias
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| That come together in the middle of Manhattan
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| You waited since lunch
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| It all comes at once
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| Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Around the corner, the house that modern art built
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| A house for modern art to keep it out the closets
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| The people who might own it, the sins of pride and envy
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| And on the second floor, the Richard Serra Skate Park
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| You waited since lunch
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| It all comes at once
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| Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Sit on the park wall, ask all the right questions
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| «Why are the horses racing taxis in the winter?»
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| Look up at the buildings, imagine who might live there
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| Imagining your wolfords in a ball upon the sink there
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| You waited since lunch
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| It all comes at once
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| Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |