| There’s traffic on the bridge
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| But the skyline shines with a certain light
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| And I know you’re sick of it
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| But I know a happy hour nearby
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| And there’s a possibility
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| That one day, things’ll get better
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| For the huddled masses in between
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| The shadows and the stars
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| Floating empire
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| Held up by fraying wire
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| I’ll cover you in winter
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| Like a blanket by the fire
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| And when the rent’s too high
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| We’ll just buy cheaper wine
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| And hang on to see if whether
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| Constellations hold together or not
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| Four years in Brooklyn
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| And happy birthday, darling
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| When we feel young again
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| I’d like to take you dancing
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| 'Cause there’s a possibility
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| That one day, things’ll get better
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| For the huddled masses in between
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| The shadows and the stars
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| And there’s a possibility
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| That we’ll both go down together
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| Or free ourselves from gravity
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| And tumble through the dark
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| Floating empire
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| Held up by fraying wire
|
| And I’ll cover you in winter
|
| Like a blanket by the fire
|
| And when the rent’s too high
|
| We’ll just buy cheaper wine
|
| And hang on to see if whether
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| Constellations hold together or not
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| I never placed too much faith in the stars
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| I never placed too much faith in my heart
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| But the siren call of the chandelier city
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| And inch-by-inch, we’re breaking apart
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| As we’re rising through the dark
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| From the sky, I bet the lights look pretty
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| Floating empire
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| Held up by fraying wire
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| And I will cover you in winter
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| Like a blanket by the fire
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| When the rent’s too high
|
| We’ll just buy cheaper wine
|
| Hang on to see if whether
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| Constellations hold together or not
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| Or not |