I stay to watch the sidewalks,
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being cleaned up by the dustmen
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Chilly winds under my collar
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and I walk and I walk and I walk
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In Amsterdam and New York,
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in cities and in forests
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At least I'm not bored yet
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and I walk and I walk and I walk and I walk
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The shoes are almost worn out,
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the sheets are dry and empty
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Let go of prejudice, let go of cleverness
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and open up your heart mate
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And let all flow in there freely,
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no matter in what form
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Perhaps someday it'll touch you
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And I love to see you crumble
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I love to see you cry
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And I wake up feeling lonely, I let the sunshine in
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I know you're not the only, and I really don't care
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One time per minute is enough for me,
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one time per minute is just what I need
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Don't leave me stiff and cold,
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don't bring me down at all
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(I sleep with better friends)
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Money
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Peter Bjorn And John |