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We rode the subway together

When New York City was still alive

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When there was a place called AMERICA

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I wonder if any of you remember

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I wonder if you still remember

Either my name or your own

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When the night was a place for dreamers to gather

Without the presence of the police

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And revolution meant becoming free

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And childhood wasn't completely *****

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And everything we talked about wasn't fake

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We are corpses moving

We are corpses loving or *******

Or simply suffering

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We are crying / dying / denying

It is a day past the end of days

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Let us ride again !

In mystic visions made real by our wild desire !

All aboard !

The doors are closing

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We lie in our cold beds with ****** sheets and plot revenge

( just like we are supposed to do ! )

We can only be free in the truth

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In the love that is everywhere

In the love that is everything

A love you give to everybody

And from everyone is received