You were born inside of a raindrop
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I watched you falling to your death
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And the sun, well, it could not save you
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From falling down to the streets all wet
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Body of water, toxic and timeless
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Atlantic Ocean, New York skyline
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I always get lost when I leave the village
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So I couldn't come meet you in Brooklyn last night
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But I sing glory from my lowest
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And I will say peace to the people I meet
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While the world waits for an explosion
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That instant of light that wipes the slate clean
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So don't be fooled, so don't be lied to
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Love was always cruel
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And don't act strange, don't be a stranger
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It happened to me, now it's happening to you
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But if you take that train underwater
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Then we could talk it through
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Well, if I could tame all of my desires
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Wait out the weather that howls in my brain
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Because it seems that it's always changing
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The winds indecision, the sorrowful rain
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I was a postcard, I was a record
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I was a camera until I went blind
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Now I'm riding all over this island
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Looking for something to open my eyes
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We will sing glory from a high rise
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And I will say thanks if you're pouring my drinks
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While the world waits for an explosion
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That moment in time when we are set free
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So don't stay mad, just let some time pass
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And in the morning you awake feeling new
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And if I don't come back
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I mean, if I get sidetracked
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It's only cause I wanted to
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Keeping up with the moon on an all night avenue
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train under water
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| The Bright eyes |
