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I used to live in New York City |
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Everything there was dark and dirty |
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Outside my window was a steeple |
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With a clock that always said twelve-thirty |
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Young girls are coming to the canyon |
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And in the mornings I can see them walking |
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I can no longer keep my blinds drawn |
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And I can't keep myself from talking |
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At first so strange to feel so friendly |
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To say good morning and really mean it |
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To feel these changes happening in me |
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But not to notice till I feel it |
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Young girls are coming to the canyon |
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And in the mornings I can see them walking |
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I can no longer keep my blinds drawn |
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And I can't keep myself from talking |
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Cloudy waters cast no reflection |
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Images of beauty lie there stagnant |
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Vibrations bounce in no direction |
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But lie there shattered into fragments |
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Young girls are coming to the canyon |
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(Young girls are in the canyon) |
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And in the mornings I can see them walking |
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(In the mornings I can see them walking) |
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I can no longer keep my blinds drawn |
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And I can't keep myself from talking |