And I'm wandering the lower east side
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Where all the streets have stories
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My feet play the role of a folk singer
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strummin' the streets like guitar strings
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I had angels in my ears
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singing my own memories back to me
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as if I forgot.
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These streets blend to one
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Like the days of, the last few months. [x2]
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Anywhere I knew you'd be
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Inside the wallgreens, 22nd street
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You still had sleep in your hair so I brushed it out
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Using the same hand that connects the dots
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To your beauty marks. Yea.
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Like a consolation of stars
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Using your body as the universe. [x2]
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Now it's all coming back
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Feeling as hard as a heart attack
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Realize the beauty that you are
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But I'll keep it wrapped inside my skin.
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It's a sin that I can't touch your neck
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and bring your lips to mine.
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Right now you've lost your value
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Losing faith, you're falling from
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The pedestal that I've held oh so high for you. Yea. [x2]
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These streets blend to one
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Like the days of, the last few months. [x2]
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It's a sin that I can't touch your neck
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and bring your lips to mine.
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Right now you've lost your value
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Losing faith, you're falling from
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The pedestal that I've held oh so high for you. Yea. [x2]
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My First Heart Attack
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| Feeling Left Out |
