Cathy's hailing a cab like she's hailing a storm
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unto the streets of New York City
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ONce we're inside, it's a carnival ride
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that brings a white knuckle kind of dizzy
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She takes me up on her rooftop,
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framed by a backdrop of watertanks and chimneys
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she's wrapped round a cigarette,
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lecturing etiquette, while I look in the windows
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beneath me
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We took in Saturday and it was medicine
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and when nighttime came the skyline just swallowed
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the moon
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Cathy lays the blame on Thomas Alva Edison
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and 60 million lightbulbs telling New York that
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it's noon
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Ah, midnight strikes too soon
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Midnight strikes too soon
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She says, "in New York City, They throw their
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wishes into wells
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'cause you can't see a star, unless one hit you when
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it fell -- "
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"And if even you caught one," I say, "Who
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could you tell in this whole damn town who'd
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believe you?"
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She smiled like a cat would to a pigeon on the roof
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She says, "I look into windows for universal truths"
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and we drank in the moment like whiskey hundred
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proof
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"But if Orion fell," she said, "I'd tell you"
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The view from her roof could make your head
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just spin
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it was like holding up the world in a tablespoon
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and we drank it down,m every light in town
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like the sweetest, kindest medicine
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I made my wish on a satellite dish
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but still midnight strikes too soon
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Midnight strikes too soon
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Cathy never seems to slow down
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she's a hurricane working a skyscraper town
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she laughs at me, says I'm suburban bound
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but the truth is I live on a highway
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I come to this city for the solace of her roof
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Every window tells a story in cold hard truth
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as the world spins beneath me, I ask it for proof
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That I'm living my life in my own way
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or will time just have its own say
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Midnight strikes too soon
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Midnight strikes too soon
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Midnight strikes too soon
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Midnight strikes too soon
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Midnight Strikes Too Soon
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| Ellis Paul |
