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It's all water over bridges |
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in the place where we belong |
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All supply and no demand |
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enough to keep us warm |
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The city takes the new blood |
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pushing others towards the brink |
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as we rush back to the tenements |
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Where everywhere I look |
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everyone's passing for a fink |
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With galleons, and paper planes, and hearts that fill with ink |
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A soaring lack of abstinence is dancing on our skin |
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making all of us |
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look extra ordinary |
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And I'm in your city |
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feeling oh so pretty |
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Am I in your |
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Am i in your light? |
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Cuz you're in mine |
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So do you really want to know? |
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Where my phone is getting older, |
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my clothes are getting smarter |
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and inside documentaries |
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life's just getting harder |
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See I'm tapered up and tailored |
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but I don't want to sink |
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In your city |
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looking oh so pretty |
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Cuz I'm in your |
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I'm in your lie |
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And you're in mine |
