It's a really old city
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Stuck between the dead and the living
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So I thought to myself, sitting on a graveyard shelf
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As the echo of heartbeats, from the ground below my feet
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Filled a cemetery in the center of Queens
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I started running the maze of
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The names and the dates, some older than others
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The skyscrapers, little tombstone brothers
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With Manhattan behind her, three million stunning reminders
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Built a cemetery in the center of Queens
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You said, remember that life is
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Not meant to be wasted
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We can always be chasing the sun!
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So fill up your lungs and just run
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But always be chasing the sun!
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So how do you do it,
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With just words and just music, capture the feeling
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That my earth is somebody's ceiling,
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Can I deliver in sound, the weight of the ground
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Of a cemetery in the center of Queens
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There's a history through her
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Sent to us as a gift from the future, to show us the proof
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More than that, it's to dare us to move
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And to open our eyes and to learn from the sky
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From a cemetery in the center of Queens
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You said, remember that life is
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Not meant to be wasted
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We can always be chasing the sun!
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So fill up your lungs and just run
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But always be chasing the sun!
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All we can do is try
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And live like we're still alive
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It's a really old city
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Stuck between the dead and the living
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So I thought to myself, sitting on a graveyard shelf
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And the gift of my heartbeat sounds like a symphony
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Played by a cemetery in the center of Queens
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You said, remember that life is
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Not meant to be wasted
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We can always be chasing the sun!
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So fill up your lungs and just run
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But always be chasing the sun!
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All we can do is try
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And live like we're still alive
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All we can do is try
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And live like we're still alive
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Chasing The Sun
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| Sara Bareilles |
