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Cathy's hailing a cab like she's hailing a storm |
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unto the streets of New York City |
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ONce we're inside, it's a carnival ride |
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that brings a white knuckle kind of dizzy |
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She takes me up on her rooftop, |
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framed by a backdrop of watertanks and chimneys |
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she's wrapped round a cigarette, |
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lecturing etiquette, while I look in the windows |
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beneath me |
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We took in Saturday and it was medicine |
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and when nighttime came the skyline just swallowed |
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the moon |
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Cathy lays the blame on Thomas Alva Edison |
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and 60 million lightbulbs telling New York that |
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it's noon |
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Ah, midnight strikes too soon |
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Midnight strikes too soon |
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She says, "in New York City, They throw their |
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wishes into wells |
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'cause you can't see a star, unless one hit you when |
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it fell -- " |
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"And if even you caught one," I say, "Who |
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could you tell in this whole damn town who'd |
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believe you?" |
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She smiled like a cat would to a pigeon on the roof |
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She says, "I look into windows for universal truths" |
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and we drank in the moment like whiskey hundred |
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proof |
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"But if Orion fell," she said, "I'd tell you" |
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The view from her roof could make your head |
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just spin |
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it was like holding up the world in a tablespoon |
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and we drank it down,m every light in town |
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like the sweetest, kindest medicine |
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I made my wish on a satellite dish |
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but still midnight strikes too soon |
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Midnight strikes too soon |
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Cathy never seems to slow down |
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she's a hurricane working a skyscraper town |
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she laughs at me, says I'm suburban bound |
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but the truth is I live on a highway |
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I come to this city for the solace of her roof |
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Every window tells a story in cold hard truth |
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as the world spins beneath me, I ask it for proof |
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That I'm living my life in my own way |
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or will time just have its own say |
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Midnight strikes too soon |
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Midnight strikes too soon |
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Midnight strikes too soon |
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Midnight strikes too soon |
