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I took the N Train in from the ocean |
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Up to 14th St. Union Square |
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I swam around with the bodies in motion |
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Drank in the people, then came up for air |
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And I am a breeze in the still August air |
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And I can't believe that I'm still standing here |
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I am a ghost to everyone I know |
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A star stands still above while Brooklyn blurs below |
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Between mistakes and new beginnings |
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This city swells up like a symphony |
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I disappear in those bodies of motion |
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And a comforting wave washes over me |
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I am a breeze in the still August air |
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And I can't believe that I'm still standing here |
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I am a ghost to everyone I know |
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A star stands still above while Brooklyn blurs below |
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Picture yourself riding under the freeway |
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It's 3 in the morning in the sodium sky |
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Don't be alarmed, it's only a feeling |
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No one can see us tonight |
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I am a breeze in the still August air |
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And I drop my knees with all this beauty here |
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And I am a ghost to everyone I know |
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And it feels so free |
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But it's so cold |
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It's so cold |
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When Brooklyn blurs below |
