Surprise, surprise
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Everything you know will flash before your eyes
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You're frozen with your hands against the glass
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I'm seeing bright lights
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I'm hearing sharpened knives
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I'm praying to a neon sign
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As I wait for this severed line to take me
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Nobody called
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Surprise, surprise
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When a sparrow falls, we go about our lives
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We're busy counting grains of sand
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I follow red birds
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I follow lost words
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I'll follow you into the dark
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We're running for the dead
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All the time I wait to see your face
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That's what it all comes down to at 42nd and 5th
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All the time I wait to hear your voice
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That's what it all comes down to
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At Grand Central Station
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All the time I wait to see your face
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That's what it all comes down to at 46th and Flint
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All the time I wait to hear your voice
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That's what it all comes down to
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At Willis Point and Shea
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Every passing second
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I feel it slip away
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All of this we used to watch and play
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(All of these things we've been)
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All around it's clear that I've been changed
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(All these things won't change)
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This will never end
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But every time I think I see a train
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It just closed a door
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And the subway funeral is underway
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Movie starts to play
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Watch the thunder of his scream
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For a single frame where I know we're still alive
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But it fades to the grave
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The subway funeral is everywhere
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Every night I see your face on a passing train
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Every inch of track is a sacred path that I follow
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I follow
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It's a silver thread hanging from the hem of heaven
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And you're tied to other end
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A needle that's been buried in the hay
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But I'll find you, I'll find you
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Every night I take a ride
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On a subway funeral that never ends
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Never gone to say goodbye
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And that's the subway funeral that's in my heart
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Subway Funeral
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