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Well, the Empire State is gleaming |
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And it's a perfect Friday night, hold me down |
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'Cause I am feeling high as a kite |
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'Cause I'm not living for the landing |
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Tonight I'm living for the flight |
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Don't wanna capture this moment |
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I just wanna let it go |
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'Cause in a world so full of troubles |
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I think we've seen enough |
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And they'll still be here tomorrow |
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When the sun comes up |
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In a cab that crosses Brooklyn |
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I'll be your stolen pirate bride |
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And I still feel like I am falling |
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When I look in your eyes |
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And in the dunes at Coney Island |
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Will you kiss me on the lips like it was the first time |
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And i will pretend to resist |
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'Cause in a world so full of troubles |
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I think that we've seen enough |
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And they'll still be here tomorrow |
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When the sun comes up |
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So will you hold me until we crumble |
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Under a dying august moon |
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Buy me an old fashioned root beer |
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'Cause one day the old world will lose |
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And we'll go dancing on the levy |
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With the sun beneath our feet |
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'Cause time passes with such violence |
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We're just heart beats on a sea |
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'Cause in a world so full of troubles |
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I think that we've seen enough |
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And they'll still be here tomorrow |
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When the sun comes up |
