| I am a passenger
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| And I ride and I ride
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| I ride through the city's backside
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| I see the stars come out of the sky
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| Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
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| You know it looks so good tonight
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| I am a passenger
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| I stay under glass
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| I look through my window so bright
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| I see the stars come out tonight
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| I see the bright and hollow sky
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| Over the city's ripped-back sky
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| And everything looks good tonight
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| Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
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| Get into the car
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| We'll be the passenger
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| We'll ride through the city tonight
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| See the city's ripped backsides
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| We'll see the bright and hollow sky
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| We'll see the stars that shine so bright
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| The sky was made for us tonight
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| Oh, the passenger
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| How-how he rides
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| Oh, the passenger
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| He rides and he rides
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| He looks through his window
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| What does he see?
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| He sees the silent hollow sky
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| He see the stars come out tonight
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| He sees the city's ripped backsides
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| He sees the winding ocean drive
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| And everything was made for you and me
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| All of it was made for you and me
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| 'Cause it just belongs to you and me
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| So let's take a ride and see what's mine
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| Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
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| Oh, the passenger
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| He rides and he rides
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| He sees things from under glass
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| He looks through his window's eye
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| He sees the things he knows are his
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| He sees the bright and hollow sky
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| He sees the city asleep at night
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| He sees the stars are out tonight
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| And all of it is yours and mine
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| And all of it is yours and mine
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| Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride
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| Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
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| Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la |