sun's going down let's get together
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on the bridge we'll meet up tonight
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black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags
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above the East River's northern lights
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you see what I see
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I thought it make believe
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watched the sun rise
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on my street
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old cement makes for
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a solid place to lay
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bed of light grey
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my bed of light grey
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while I know it's letters
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that can spell
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I hear now it's words that can say
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I decided to start writing less
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and I'm talking more everyday
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sixteen of our friends
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a five seat bright red van
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curbside view
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turn off of grand
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pound my steering wheel
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we yell to the windshield
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I'm finally home
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I'm finally home
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no time for cameras
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we'll use our eyes instead
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no time for cameras
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we'll be gone when we're dead
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no time for cameras
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we'll use our eyes instead
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I see flashes of gold
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every single car alarm we hear
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we'll steal and throw through their window
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my water comes straight from the tap
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and those bottles are all just for show
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I see that we're made of
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more then blood and bones
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see we're made of
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sticks and stones
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don't forget to breathe
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need locks for your keys
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don't forget to breathe now
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forget to breathe now
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no time for cameras
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we'll use our eyes instead
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no time for cameras
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we'll be gone when we're dead
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no time for cameras
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we'll use our eyes instead
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I see flashes of gold
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Cameras
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Matt & Kim |