Quarter Moon,
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On a city growing thick
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With good advice that won't stick.
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From the ballrooms to the suburbs,
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abandoned mines
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Atlantis may be rising but
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We're all out of time.
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The colored lights
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On the fire escape,
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And bodies move behind drapes,
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And the light isn't even
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And we're safer in pairs.
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We're no match, for what is waiting
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For each of us out there.
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Whistle baby, while we walk.
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Don't say anything, do not talk.
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The journey is over, it is time to exhale.
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Wherever we were going, we're already there.
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So over the turnstyles,
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Through the guard rails
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And into Washington Square.
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'Cause no amount of nightmares,
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Will ever compare
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To the thought of only silence
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In this ghost-filled air.
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Whistle baby, while we walk.
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Don't say anything, do not talk.
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The journey is over, it's too late to prepare.
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Why can't you see that baby, we're already there.
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Here comes your silhouette,
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More pillow talk.
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Here comes the ticking of these clocks.
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They say the quickest way to end
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A war is just to lose.
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Another chamber locks
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And I already withdrew.
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Here comes the booming,
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In the hunger of each night.
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Here comes the burden of might.
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Now this day was not divinely
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Made to leave you impressed.
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We may become someone someday
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But we haven't yet.
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Whistle baby, while we walk.
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Don't say anything, do not talk.
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The journey is over, it is time to repair.
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Whatever we were building..... baby
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We're Already There.
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We're Already There.
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We're Already There.
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We're Already There
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| Wallflowers |
