If you start here late no one will know what you did
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No the streets are straight it's the soul that's crooked
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I've been treated fine I've been treated elegantly
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But I'm not one for bathing in the waters of plenty
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East is East West is West
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And Bowery is screaming while Delancey rests
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Well I'm south of the skating but I'm north of the cash
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I could sure use the money but I'm ashamed to ask
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The traffic has buried all of last nights rain
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The words are all different but the accent is the same
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The sun is white and the moon is gray
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And the river is black blue and green
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The young are young and the old are old
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And there are no shades of gray in between
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There's at least ten different strains of smoke in the air
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And my prints are on them all to prove I was there
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And I love the curses but I'm not one for the trenches
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And I do love the walking but thank god for the benches
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it's hard to tell where green begins and the city gray stops
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I guess the trees all bought their armor at second hand shops
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My second had is working but the minute hand is broke again
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I know time will pass but I don't know when
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The sun is white and the moon is gray
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And the river is black blue and green
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The young are young and the old are old
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And there are no shades of gray in between
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And there are no shades of gray in between
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I know the great ones have been here but where I cant tell
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There's dreams here a plenty but they're being withheld
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And I'm more impressed with the closed doors than the ones that are open
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The whole place tells time by a tower clock tha'ts broken
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The pigeons are ravens and the gulls are vultures
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And trash is art and cash is culture
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The sun is white and the moon is gray
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And the river is black blue and green
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The young are young and the old are old
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And there are no shades of gray in between
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There are no shades of gray in between
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There are no shades of gray in between
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Shades Of Grey
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| Eagle Eye Cherry |
