Little kids playing in the park downtown.
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Someone's dad is watching
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from the side of the playground.
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I'm following my shadow so I cross the street.
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Car passing stereo I like the beat.
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Open up the door,
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turning on the fan.
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Dropping down the keys that I held in my hand,
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and then start waiting for her steps
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to be heard in the staircase,
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enter the room and let down her bag.
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Asking me all kinds of trivial questions,
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pretending an everyday life we don't have.
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Little kids playing in the park downtown.
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Soon they'll be all gone as the sun goes down.
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Little kids playing in the park downtown.
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Soon they'll be all gone as the sun goes down.
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And rises over, Brooklyn Bridge tomorrow,
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hours later I will follow,
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wake up to a life that's hollow without love
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Little Kids (Ladytron Fruits Of The Forest Mix)
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Kings Of Convenience |