As I walk through the streets of my new city
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my back feeling much better, I suppose
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I've reclaimed the use of my imagination
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for better or for worse, I've yet to know, but I
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always knew you'd be the one to understand me,
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I guess that's why it took so long to get things right.
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Suddenly I'm lost
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On my street
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On my block
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Oh why, Oh why
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Oh why haven't you been there for me?
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Can't you see, I'm losing my mind this time?
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This time I think it's for real, I can see
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All the tree tops turning red
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The beggars near bodegas grin at me
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I think they want something
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I close my eyes, I tell myself to breathe
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and be calm.
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Be calm.
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I know you feel like you are breaking down.
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I know that it gets so hard sometimes.
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Be calm.
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I'm scared that everyone is out to get me.
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"These days before you speak to me you pause."
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"I always see you looking out your window."
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"After all, you lost your band, you left your mom.
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Now every single crack every penny that I pass,
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says I should either leave or pick it up
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But with every single buck I've made
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I'm saddled with bad luck that came
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the moment I was baptized
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or when I found out one day I'm gonna die
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if only I could find my people or my place in life
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and when they came a'carolin'
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so loud, so bright, the theremin
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will lead us to a chorus
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where we'll all rejoice and sing a song that goes:
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Oh be calm.
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Be calm.
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I know you feel like you are breaking down.
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I know that it gets so hard sometimes,
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Be calm.
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Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times.
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You hate your pulse because it thinks you're still alive
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and everything's wrong
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It just gets so hard sometimes
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Be calm.
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I don't remember much that night,
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Just walking, thinking fondly of you
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Thinking how the worst is yet to come
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When from that street corner came a song
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And I can't remember the man,
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the panhandler or his melody.
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The words exchanged had far exceeded any change I'd given thee.
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Oh be calm, be calm.
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I know you feel like you are breaking down.
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Oh I know that it gets so hard sometimes,
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Be calm.
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Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times.
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You hate your pulse because it still thinks you're alive
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and everything's wrong
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It just gets so hard sometimes
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Be calm, be calm.
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Be Calm
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Fun. |