And I watched the Atlantic Ocean rise to meet New York
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And everyone involved got way too scared that life was way too short
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And we all sang songs about things we'd take back if given the chance, again
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And I'd never seen the sky a sadder shade of gray
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And I thought about the words I told you and others I forgot to say
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So just tell me that you'll hold my hand
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We'll stand together here in New York sand
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Cause we're all just chasing red balloons as our sky falls to the ground
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And the ocean rises up and you refuse to make a sound
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And everybody falls and then sways as if to beats
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Except for you and me, we've got promises to keep here on Lucky Street
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So many faces that I'd hope to soon forget
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They're all just pushing and kicking and screaming in a panicked mournful fit
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Everyone's fighting for just north of here
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But you're just south and baby I'm so scared
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Lucky Street
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