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I am the passenger |
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I ride and I ride |
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I ride through the city's backsides |
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I see the stars come out of the sky |
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Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky |
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You know it looks so good tonight |
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I am the passenger, I stay under glass |
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I look through my window so bright |
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I see the stars come out tonight |
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I see the bright and hollow sky |
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Over the city's a rip in the sky |
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And everything looks good tonight |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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Get into the car, we'll be the passenger |
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We'll ride through the city tonight |
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We'll see the city's ripped backsides |
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We'll see the bright and hollow sky |
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We'll see the stars that shine so bright |
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And everything was made for you and me |
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All of it was made for you and me |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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He rides and he rides |
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He sees things from under glass |
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He looks through his window's eye |
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He sees the things he knows are his |
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He sees the bright and hollow sky |
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He sees the city asleep at night |
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He sees the stars are out tonight |
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And all of it is yours and mine |
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And all of it is yours and mine |
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So let's take a ride and ride and ride |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
