Thursday came,
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I was tired of the Fire Engines,
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tired of the Taxi Cabs,
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tired of the elevators,
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tired of the door-man smiling,
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when I know he wants to,
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kick off his shoes and jump around like a fire cracker.
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From the sidewalk
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Trains about to pass
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It smells like,
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hot open steaming ass.
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I gotta get out.
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Gotta get the hell out.
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I gotta get out.
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Get the hell out.
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Ran through the streets.
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Threw off my clothes,
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onto the ground.
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Laughed as we danced around.
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One with the city.
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Drank from the fountains.
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Swam through the pavement.
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Nice to see you shine again.
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Good to know you've got a friend.
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I built a campfire in my in my 14309,
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West 17th Street apartment complex.
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Marshmallows roasted by a candlestick,
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quick, get the water,
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it's gettin' out of hand, yo.
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Little glowing constellations,
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on my ceiling, everywhere.
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House plants covering,
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our naked butts are bare.
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Grab the kitten,
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'cos the critters getting bored.
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I'm gonna pick a big fat booger for the Lord.
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Ran through the streets.
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Threw off my clothes,
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onto the ground.
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Laughed as we danced around.
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One with the city.
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Drank from the fountains.
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Swam through the pavement.
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Suddenly I looked around.
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Nice to see you shine again.
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Good to know you've got a friend.
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Ran through the streets.
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Threw off my clothes,
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onto the ground.
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Laughed as we danced around.
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One with the city.
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Drank from the fountains.
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Swam through the pavement.
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Suddenly I looked around.
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Nice to see you shine again.
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Good to know you've got a friend.
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Nice to see you shine again.
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Good to know you've got a friend.
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Naked City (Love To See U Shine)
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Imani Coppola |