Baby, baby, don't be late
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The world is ending I can't change
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The way I feel about you now
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New York is cold as ever
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But still I go out every night
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And hide myself among the lights
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Bathe in all the pretty things the city brings
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The bodies glisten and they shine
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Like the stars we're born to die
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And like these roses we all will fade
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I'm counting the cars on the freeway below
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Lost in the music all the foolishness of our lives
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Speeding out of control
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Lost in the music in the music
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Baby, baby, please don't cry
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Wipe the guilt out from your eyes
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And leave your conscience on the bed
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There's no one innocent here
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In the mirror you'll find faith
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Plastic flowers never fade but we all turn to grey
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I'm counting the cars on the freeway below
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Lost in the music all the foolishness of our lives
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Speeding out of control
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Lost in the music in the music
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Baby, baby, please don't cry
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Wipe the guilt out from your eyes
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Pick yourself up off the bed
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There's no one innocent here
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The bodies glisten and they shine
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Like the stars we're born to die
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And like these roses we all will fade
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I'm counting the cars on the freeway below
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Lost in the music all the foolishness of our lives
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Speeding out of control
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Lost in the music in the music in the music
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The Music
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| David Usher |
