I've been to New York City
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And I walked the weakest roads.
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Seen L.A. and its perfect salesman,
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All dressed in holy robes.
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And all that's left to say,
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Is spread throughout this town.
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You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross.
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Then come on, baby.
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And it's in your face,
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Can read it clearly now.
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Looks like I'm lost at the foot or your cross.
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So come on save me.
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I've been to Chicago
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And don't think I haven't crossed the seas
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Seen Milan and its model fashion.
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It brings me to my knees.
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I think I've come undone.
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And all that's left to say,
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Is spread throughout this town.
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You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross.
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Then come on, baby.
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And it's in your face,
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Can read it clearly now.
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Looks like I'm lost at the foot or your cross.
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So come on save me.
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And all that's left to say,
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Is spread throughout this town.
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You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross.
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Then come on, baby.
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And it's in your face,
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Can read it clearly now.
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Looks like I'm lost at the foot or your cross.
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So come on save me.
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And I think I've come undone.
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Fame
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| Vaux |
