| Chalk one up for the street
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| Mark one down for the city
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| One more grown baby boy is sleepin' on the sidewalk tonight
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| Wide round eyes, wide round lights
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| Can be full but without substance
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| In an instant you can hear an angel
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| Spread its wings and fly away
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| You’re in the city
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| Where you lay down your dreams
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| You can feel it, through the sidewalk
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| A heartbeat beneath your feet
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| Where they’ll let you smell the water
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| Then tell you «you can’t drink
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| You’re in the city now»
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| There’s a cry, there’s a roar
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| There’s a howl that never ends
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| There’s a silence that runs wide as it runs deep
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| And unspoken, broken people
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| Lying in the doorways
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| The light within them sputters and flickers
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| Like it almost had never been
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| You’re in the city
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| Where you lay down your dreams
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| You can feel it, through the sidewalk
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| A heartbeat beneath your feet
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| Where they’ll let you smell the water
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| Then tell you «you can’t drink
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| You’re in the city now»
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| There’s a light and it is you
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| There’s a light and it is me
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| There’s a hope that’s round and hollow
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| As a paper moon on a string
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| We can be perfect, we can be stronger
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| Saints are sinners who just tried longer
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| I am certainly no saint
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| But I surely heard the call
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| You’re in the city
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| Where you lay down your dreams
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| You can feel it, through the sidewalk
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| A heartbeat beneath your feet
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| Where they’ll let you smell the water
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| Then tell you «you can’t drink
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| You’re in the city now» |