I took a plane
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I took a train
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(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)
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I said to Carl
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look up for one
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(See just how the sun sets in the sky)
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I said to Jon
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Do you think the girls here
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(Ever wonder how they got so pretty?)
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Oh well I do
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Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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All the boys
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with their home-made microphones
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(Have very interesting sounds)
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All the girls falling to ruin
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dropping out of school, breakin' daddy's heart
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(Just to hang around)
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I walked into the local record store
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and asked for an American music anthology
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It sounds fun
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They tore my skirt, then
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Stuck it on the walls at PS 1
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I took a plane
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I took a train
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(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)
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Stranded at Bleecker and Broadway
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Looking for something to do
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Someone somewhere asked me is there anything in particular I can help you with?
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(All I ever wanted help with was you)
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Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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Myriad Harbour
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The New Pornographers |