Subway tunnel microphones
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Open city overtones
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Epic urgency survives
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In every stranger passing by
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Tiny lights go red and fade
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Eyes go wide to hold their face
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Am I done falling or falling still
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Can never tell and I never will
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I Trace a circle around your star
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So close to being exactly where you are
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I Trace a circle around your ghost
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So close to knowing what she knows
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Am I done falling or falling still?
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Can Never tells and never will
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Photographs, old friends I¡¯ve had
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Built to burn and one that¡¯s built to last
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Subway Tunnel Microphones
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Seven Mary Three |