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She's a city girl, |
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Flashes lead her down the runway, |
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She's my airplane, |
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Stares at the sun, |
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Looks down on everyone, |
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And keeps rocking her new shades, her new shades. |
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I'm a city boy, |
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Living in the shadows of Times Square, |
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Praying to go somewhere, |
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And everyday I turn to gold and rock my shades, |
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And I will make it through this night alive, alive. |
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Can you find me, |
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In the midst of a crowd, |
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And do you dream of me when the lights go down, |
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And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes, |
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Do you feel me with every breath? |
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She's my high school sweatheart, |
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She keeps her red lipstick on, |
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And every morning she wakes up, |
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Puts on her make up, and sings my song, |
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And I will make it through this night alive, alive. |
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Can you find me, |
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In the midst of a crowd, |
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And do you dream of me when the lights go down, |
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And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes, |
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Do you feel me with every breath? |
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I'm an old school pop star, shaking up her nine-noon angles, |
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Pinned up by angels, |
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Can't catch my breath to speak, |
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Can't keep my monsters outta me |
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And I will make it through this night alive, alive. |
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Can you find me, |
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In the midst of a crowd, |
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And do you dream of me when the lights go down, |
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And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes, |
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Do you feel me with every breath? |
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Can you find me, |
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In the midst of a crowd, |
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And do you dream of me when the lights go down, |
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And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes, |
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Do you feel me with every breath? |
