I ferried my dreams across the water
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underneath a faceless moon
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I woke to find myself uncovered
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in this dark and dusty room
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take meup the wooden stairs
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where the windows are open wide
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there we can watch the city skyline
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tremble in the heat waves rolling by
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and don't the world look pretty
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when you're young in the city
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So there I was
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Ophelia climbing
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through these tangled threads of light
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I was caught
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open and bleeding
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but I was willing to stay the night
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take me downto where the buildings
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stand empty at our feet
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where thedirty Hudson River
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and the sweet blue oceans meet
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and don't the world look pretty
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when you're young in the city
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Don't you sometimes wonder
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why it all goes by so fast
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I held you in my fingers
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now I hold you in my pastbr>
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once I watched youwalk on water
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now I watch you walk across the room
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I always thought we'd have forever
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now these forevers go by too soon
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take me downto the streets below
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where the moon and traffic lights
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guide uswhile we go dreaming
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thru another sleepless night
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and don't the world look pretty
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when you're young in the city
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Young In The City
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| Patti Scialfa |
