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Soul of the City
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I stormed in the bar and said, "I need a whiskey"
And the glass in my hand never stood a chance
I stormed out the bar a mere three hours later
I guess I never had the nerve to dance
But we've got time
You bid your adieu to the soul of the city
And we both fell from those wuthered lonesome heights
As I insisted your soul meet my body
You said instead, "Let's use those narrow stairs tonight"
Back at the bar we both made our excuses
Yours was I wasn't tall enough to ride
Mine was you looked too good to undress you
But I'm still thinking about the red dress so that was a lie
And we've got time
You bid your adieu to the soul of the city
And we both fell from those wuthered lonesome heights
As I insisted your soul meet my body
You said instead, "Let's use those narrow stairs tonight"
I woke up with my mind on the matter
I’m taken back to the day at the lake
It went down at the stroke of 1 AM
And I pray to my brain your blood to take
So we've got time
You bid your adieu to the soul of the city
And we both fell from those wuthered lonesome heights
As I insisted your soul meet my body
You said instead, "Let's use those narrow stairs tonight"
And I was a stone on a string while you were taking flight
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I said, "Always take me with you"
But she kicked me right on off that bus
I crawled four blocks back to apathy
And I smiled 'cause it's a long, long way back home
And back at 3rd and Washington
I finally got my feet back on the ground
I've found my moment of clarity
And I'd walk across the USA alone
Just for another day that I could spend with her
She's a million miles away
But she still means my whole world
Yeah, I'd traumatize the west coast every time
Always, the faith she placed inside of me
All night, the heart I placed inside of her
Some day our broken hearts will mend together
Every day I yearn that it'll be before I die
Now I stand somewhere in the architecture
Lost in this urban paradise
Of women too snide to stand beside me
Drinking from their endless coffee cups
And back at Newark and Hudson
I finally answered my own questions
Always, the faith she placed inside of me
All night, the heart I placed inside of her
Some day our broken hearts will mend together
Every day I yearn that it'll be before I die
She takes out her violin and she begins to play a tune
Something back from '65 back when we all felt more alive
It's the last time for The Last Time
(Back at Third and Washington, I finally got my feet back on the ground)
(Back at Newark and Hudson, I finally answered my own questions now)
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