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five in the morning, soun goes to bed
guess now we'll finally sleep well
at long last adjourning from things that were said
in the best of a time, oh when i was outside of myself
stealing from stairwells and smoking in stores
never quite had the rebel thing down
but the world we created lives on 'tween the floors
ever bright ever full ever after i'm deep in the ground
ever bright ever full ever after i'm deep in the ground
boys in the outfield, i feel for you all
been trying to get it to you
but i know next year i could be here in the fall
oh i'm dying to settle a debt i've been holding on to
i learned the swing feel from subway wheel songs
trick of the trade of the train
i learned my gift for admitting i'm wrong
oh a ticker-tape parade for the blade that's been causing me pain
oh a ticker-tape parade for the blade that's been causing me pain
five in the morning, stare at the wall
think that my life has begun
the crown i'm adorning means nothing at all
in the blink of an eye, here am i, now the fortunate one
in the blink of an eye, here am i, now the fortunate one
in the blink of an eye, here am i, now the fortunate one
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manhattan, i don't love you anymore
once nestled in your burrough, oh but that was long before
and sure i miss your skyline, outline carved into my mind
and yeah i read the papers, i look you up from time to time
but that don't mean you should expect for me to drop a line, oh no
manhattan, i don't need you anymore
got no need for your theater, leave your broadway at the door
and go and hold another who might clear away your fog
and send love to my brother, mother, father, and the dogs
at worst i can't imagine, at best we were at odds, oh no
oooooooooooooh
oooooooooooooh
manhattan, i don't love you anymore
no staring up at starless skies, your mattress on the floor
i hear the pavement creak as so much rumbles underground
the city that never sleeps, or just the one that can't calm down
well i'm done with your siren's wail, don't make another sound
and playing to my guilt in hopes that i will come around
oh the more i went alone, the more you bound me to your chest
takes more to build a home than getting wasted and undressed
and if this is what your landscape is, then i am not impressed, oh no
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