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New York City Blackout

The power’s gone out.
There’s nothing to talk about.
It’s almost over.

Think it’s time I find a hiding place.
Think it’s time I finally slip away.

The clock’s clicked down.
There’s nothing left for you in this town.
It’s almost over.
It’s almost over.

The hurt so deep,
In these buildings that never sleep,
Is almost over.

It’s almost over.

Think it’s time you find a hiding place.
Think it’s time you finally slip away.

Maybe we’ve been broken from the start,
Sorting through shards that fell apart,
Trying to find a way to go back home.
Back home.

If the sun goes black,
There’s nothing to hold us back.

It’s almost over.
It’s almost over.

We’ll leave behind
All these *fragile and useless ties.

It’s almost over.
It’s almost over.

Think it’s time we find a hiding place
‘Cause everybody loves to slip away
And I guess that we’ve been broken from the start
But we’re pulling all the old facades apart

**Try to find a way to come back home.
Back home.


*official lyrics read: “shallow and useless ties”
**official lyrics read: “You and I will find our way back home”

 

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