I walk the city late at night.
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Does everyone here do the same?
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I want to be the things I see,
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Give every face and place my name.
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I cross the street, take a right,
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Pick up the pace, pass a fight.
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Did I grow up just to stay home?
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I'm not immune - I love this tune.
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I wanna love more.
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I just wanna love more.
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I drag the city late at night.
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It's in my mouth, it's in my hair.
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The people fill the city because
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The city fills the people, oh yeah.
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I cross the street, avoid the freeze -
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A city's warmer by a couple degrees.
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The smell of food. The smell of rain.
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I'm not immune - I love this tune.
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I wanna love more.
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There's a river in my head.
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I just wanna love more.
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There's a river in my head.
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The only way out is down.
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The only way up is down.
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The day roll by like thunder
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Like a storm that's never breaking,
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All my time and spacecompressed
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In the low pressure of the proceedings,
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And they beat against the sides of my life,
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And the roads all lead behind me,
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So I wrap the wheel around me and I go out.
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There's a river in my head.
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I'll take you home and make it easy.
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Love more.
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Five Fathoms
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Everything But The Girl |