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Well, I came to the city |
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I was running from the past |
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My heart was bleeding |
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And it hurt my bones to laugh |
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Stayed in the city |
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No exception to the rules, to the rule |
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He was born to love me |
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I was raised to be his fool, his fool |
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Walk that line, torn apart |
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Spend your whole life trying |
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Ride that train, free your heart |
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It's midnight up in |
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HarlemI went down to the river |
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And I took a look around |
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There were old man's shoes |
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There were needles on the ground |
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No more mysteries, baby |
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No more secrets, no more clues |
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The stars are out there |
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You can almost see the moon |
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The streets are windy |
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And the subway's closing down |
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Gonna carry this dream |
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To the other side of town. |
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Walk that line, torn apart |
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Spend your whole life trying |
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Ride that train, free your heart |
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It's midnight up in |
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Harlem |