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So, here we go |
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With my faith and my hands really shook up |
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Airplane, take us away to New York City |
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Music critique, record pressed |
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Carolina, southern Carolina |
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Listen to me sing, New York City |
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And if your heart is broken |
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You'll find fellowship with me |
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And if your ears are open |
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You will hear honesty from me, tonight |
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Hair on my head, tongue in my mouth |
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I've have got it all figured out |
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Open up your heart tonight, New York City |
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Tongue in my ear, hair in my mouth |
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I want you to figure me out |
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Open up your arms tonight, New York City |
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And if your heart is broken |
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You'll find fellowship with me |
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And if your ears are open |
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You will hear honesty from me, tonight |
