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And just outside I can hear the |
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Sounds of the early morning |
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Street becoming way too loud and |
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The hum of the engines of the |
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Cars on the street. |
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And with this cigarette that I just lit as I pass |
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The 53rd St. bridge right now the world just |
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Seems too big so sit down and remind me how this |
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Is the same old story of growing up and getting |
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Lost. And outside I can see my breath in between |
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The words that fog my spinning head and I can |
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See the sun coming up. |
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And it's just light enough to see |
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Another cigarette that I just lit |
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As I pass the 53rd St. bridge right |
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Now the world just seems too big |
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And all the late night |
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Calls and all the |
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Lost hopes and the |
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Missed connections |
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And the lost direction. |
