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It was a good time |
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Good time to stop and watch the city breathe, doll |
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You know, now we're lost |
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And have nothing to lose |
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I remember simple things |
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How's a building get so tall? |
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No one way to explain |
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Since we have not yet seen all |
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The sights there are here to see |
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Only them will we finally revel in |
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The good times |
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Good times |
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Oh, the good times |
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Shouldn't be this hard to find |
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When I see the people standing there |
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Shy, cerebral in the lonely air |
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Disenchanted, stony eyes |
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Bored to tears, but dry inside |
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Farther on, they'll collide |
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Intimate, but still strangers |
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The dangers in each other's eyes |
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I remember simple things |
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How's a building get so tall? |
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No one way to explain |
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Since we have not yet seen all |
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The good times |
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Good times |
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Oh, the good times |
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Shouldn't be this hard to find |