| Late to bed early to rise
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| Hit the top of the clock open blinds to see the sunshine
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| Press play another active day in the city
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| Where the aroma overall can linger far from pretty
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| Hundreds of thousands ride the subway
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| Uptown to downtown, staten i to bk
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| Taxi cabs drivin' speed, swerve, jerk
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| Pedestrians work to dodge so they don’t get hurt
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| Cops walk the beat with no real urgency
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| Fd responds to regular emergencies
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| Business man a flew out of jfk
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| But he’ll fly back tomorrow for his sons birthday
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| And you could see the statue clear from the pier
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| Buy a paper from the newsstand that stood here for years
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| You in a hurry, just a rush to find time
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| It’s the hussle and bussle metropolis type of grind
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| Many got no sleep last night was restless
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| Some tossed and turned inside their minds with questions
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| Like where was god terror struck our town?
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| He’s at where you left him before the buildings came down
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| Topsy turvey the comfortable distorted
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| Fear grew greater when breaking news was reported
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| Look to narrow in on this widespread panic |
| And call back the safety that we might have taken forgranite
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| Real secureness only lies in one place
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| Lives find refuge in the midst of the grace
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| We wave flags speak patriotic slang
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| But god will bless america when god is god again
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| Taking, doubt, paranoia, and all uncertainty
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| For a portion of the comfort everlasting surety
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| Attendance grew in the pews from that day
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| Many sought and found trouble don’t last always |