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A Camp - Chinatown |
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Every town has a secret heart that beats |
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In every citizen in underground |
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I set my clock to a bootleg meter |
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A broken hand spinning round and round |
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I'm on my way just like every day |
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To get milk and kerosene |
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But my reflection in the butcher's window |
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Isn't me |
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I freeze |
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This is Chinatown |
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A state of mind |
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This is Chinatown |
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It's just a state of mind |
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The sky was blue, but I wouldn't know |
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I was counting cracks in the concrete |
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I memorized them from A to B |
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A choreography, a part of me |
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It's not the future, |
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It's not the past, |
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It's not now |
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The prize will double if you try to look |
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Them in the eye |
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Don't ask why |
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'Cause this is Chinatown |
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A state of mind |
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This is Chinatown |
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A state of mind |
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In Chinatown |
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Read my fortune in my metro card |
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You'll see nothing if you search too hard |
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Read my fortune in my metro card |
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You'll see nothing if you search too hard |
