Riding my bike over the Mass Ave bridge,
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and I'm staring at the cityscape.
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Seems like forever since we started this adventure
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and the days are getting shorter again.
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And so we ride, ride over the water,
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though some days I think I'd rather jump in.
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Below the buildings, they surround me like a blanket
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and I wonder what is keeping me here.
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What's keeping me here?
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Looking out and looking up for an answer
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and still nobody's making any sense.
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Finding quiet in the city is like a treasure
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and I never would have expected it here.
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They say eight stars is all you get,
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but I don't want to make the same mistake.
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Sometimes I wish this all would burn to the ground
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and we'd have to start all over again.
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We'd have to start all over again.
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We'd have to start all over again.
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We'd have to start all over again.
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