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She's a city girl,
Flashes lead her down the runway,
She's my airplane,
Stares at the sun,
Looks down on everyone,
And keeps rocking those shades,her new shades.

I'm a city boy,
Living in the shadows of Times Square,
Praying to go somewhere,
And everyday i turn to gold and rock my shades,

And I will make it through this night alive, alive.
Can you find me,
In the midst of a crowd,
And do you dream of me when the lights go down,
And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes,
Do you feel me with every breath?

She's my high school sweatheart,
She keeps her red lipstick on,
And every morning she wakes up,
Puts on her make up, and sings my song,

And I will make it through this night alive, alive.
Can you find me,
In the midst of a crowd,
And do you dream of me when the lights go down,
And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes,
Do you feel me with every breath?

I'm an old school pop star, shaking up her nine-noon angles,
Pinned up by angels,
Can't catch my breath to speak,
Can't keep my monsters outta me

And I will make it through this night alive, alive.
Can you find me,
In the midst of a crowd,
And do you dream of me when the lights go down,
And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes,
Do you feel me with every breath?

Can you find me,
In the midst of a crowd,
And do you dream of me when the lights go down,
And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes,
Do you feel me with every breath?

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