The first to pour a simple truth in words
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Binds the world in a feeling all familiar
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'Cause everybody owns the greats' ideas
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And it feels like there's a big one round the corner
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A tenner, up and out into New York
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Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
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And oh, my giddy aunt, New York can talk
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It's the modern road where folk are nice to Yoko
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Every bone of rivet steel, each corner stone an anchor
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Jenga jutts and rusty water tower, pillar posted sign
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Every painted lining battered like a building in this town
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Sings a life of proud endeavor and the best that man can be
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Me, I see a city and I hear a million voices
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Planning, drilling, welding, carrying their fingers to the nub
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Reaching down into the ground, stretching up into the sky
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Why?
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Because they can, they didn't do so you and I could live together
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Oh my god, New York can talk
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Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
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Everybody owns the greats' ideas
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And it feels like there's a big one round the corner
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Oh my god, New York can talk
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Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
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Everybody owns the greats' ideas
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And it feels like there's a big one round the corner
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Oh my god, New York can talk
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Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
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Everybody owns the greats' ideas
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And it feels like there's a big one round the corner
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The desire to part sure symphony
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The desire like a distant storm
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For love, be good for me
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It feels like there's a big one round the corner
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Oh my god, New York, you talk
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Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
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Everybody owns the greats' ideas
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And it feels like there's a big one round the corner
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The way the day begins
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Decides the shade of everything
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But the way it ends depends on if you're home
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For every soul, a pillow at a window, please
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In a modern room, where folk are nice to Yoko
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New York Morning
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| Elbow |
