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Hard as the kick in a young man's stride |
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I stabbed myself back into the night |
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One heel in front, one heel behind |
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Life in the Empire State... |
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Angels and devils before my eyes |
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The palms of my hands hung by my side |
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Helpless I watched them destroy and divide |
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Life in the Empire State... |
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Cold were my bones, warm was the fire |
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White was your face cast to my mind |
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Bright as ever any light that shined |
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On Life in the Empire State |
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Into the Void I roared in vain |
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What if the South's gonna do it again |
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Promise you'll b by my side for the end |
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Of Life in the Empire State... |
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Shrug off the shifting weight of home |
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And hope that the Almight Anchor will hold |
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Was there room in your heart for your weakest son all along |
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Whistle sirens the Blind comin' on... |
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No matter how lion-hearted my will I still stray beyond? |
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I threw up my hands and swore I'd find more in your arms |
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Was the Narrow Way there in our midst all along |
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Sounds like the empire State's comin' on... |
