| You were thrown into a tin can
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| And you learned how to beg and borrow
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| And you grew into a thin man
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| In the land of success, sin and sorrow
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| Now you’re sleeping in a suitcase
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| With a pill bottle for a pillow
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| When you’re hanging by a shoelace
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| It can get to be hard to swallow
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| When you’re spinning on the subway
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| Naked lights dancing on the river
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| No you’re never gonna leave her
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| Though you think someday that you might forgive her
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| Slipping into a slow dive
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| Cold black water makes you follow
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| Swimming into a spiral
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| Still you’re singing
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| Shine, electric city, shine
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| In the cool of your emptiness
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| Around the curve of your spine
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| Come on and shine, electric city, shine
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| Like six thousand wings in the sky
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| Over the scene of the crime
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| When you come to an ending
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| Never reaching no conclusion
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| And you’re sick of bending
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| And nursing every fresh contusion
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| When you’re lying in the soft arms
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| Of a silent ambulance that’s speeding
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| And you’re trying to tell the doctor that it’s only a broken heart
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| You don’t have to be a soldier to fight
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| But you’d better have a killer in you
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| You don’t have to be a poet to die
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| It’s the little things that kill you
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| Everybody gets a bad break
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| A little hit of pain and sorrow
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| Just forget about tomorrow
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| Keep on singing
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| Shine, electric city, shine
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| From the back of the cold beyond
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| Out to the end of the line
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| Come on and shine, electric city, shine
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| Like the sun in a hurricane’s eye
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| Diamonds drowning in brine
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| Come on and shine
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| Shine
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| Shine
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| Shine |