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You were thrown into a tin can |
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And you learned how to beg and borrow |
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And you grew into a thin man |
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In the land of success, sin and sorrow |
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Now you're sleeping in a suitcase |
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With a pill bottle for a pillow |
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When you're hanging by a shoelace |
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It can get to be hard to swallow |
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When you're spinning on the subway |
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Naked lights sent in on the river |
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No you're never gonna leave her |
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Though you think someday that you might forgive her |
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Slipping into a slow dive |
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Cold black water makes you follow |
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Swimming into a spiral |
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Still you're singing |
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Shine, electric city, shine |
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In the cool of your emptiness |
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Around the curve of your spine |
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Come on and shine, electric city, shine |
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Like six thousand wings in the sky |
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Over the scene of the crime |
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When you come to an ending |
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Never reaching no conclusion |
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And you're sick of bending |
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In us and every fresh contusion |
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When you're lying in the soft arms |
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Of a silent ambulance that's speeding |
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And you're trying to tell the doctor that it's only a broken heart |
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You don't have to be a soldier to fight |
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But you'd better have a killer in you |
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You don't have to be a poet to die |
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It's the little things that kill you |
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Everybody gets a bad break |
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A little hit of pain and sorrow |
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Just forget about tomorrow |
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Keep on singing |
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Shine, electric city, shine |
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From the back of the cold beyond |
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Out to the end of the line |
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Come on and shine, electric city, shine |
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Like the sun in a hurricane's eye |
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Diamonds drowning in brine |
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Come on and shine |
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Shine Shine |
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Shine |