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New York told me to tell you
It's been too long since you called
From that place somewhere west of the Mississippi
Before we started to fall
And I wonder when we will rise
And see that light in your eyes
Once again...
Oh...
New York told me to tell you
New York told me to tell you
The lights on Broadway have gone dark
All of you don't know which way to go
Now that we've lost our spark
And when will we rise
And see that spark once again in your eyes?
Oh...
New York told me to tell you
I wonder if you'll choose to listen
When you've blocked off your ears
I know that it's hard to see the future
Through the clouds of your tears
And I wonder when you'll rise
And wipe the tears from your eyes?
New York told me to tell you
To tell you this
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Broken Watches
04:42
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I keep saying "I have nothing to say"
But that's not true
I'm just scared
Scared to believe these thoughts here inside my head
As a multicolored world
Turns to red
None of my watches are working now
All our time has slipped away
We've borrowed all of our tomorrows
And wasted yesterday
We find ourselves in a falling empire
The red and the white
They kill the blues
They've shackled ignorance to power
And judge the land, selling off the sacred
While the lovers are damned
chorus
You may claim I'm wrong or claim I'm blind
But my mind has been open all this time
The benefit of the doubt once given
Has been taken away
And now it's mine...
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The streets are empty now
Where the wildlife roams
While we hide and believe
We're safe in our homes
But I hear you pray
To something unreal
And how do I know?
By the way you make me feel
And that's not how to find heaven
Your heart is cold as a burial stone
No that's not how to find heaven
The love is dark until it's shown
The love is dark until it's shown
You point and you blame
Like you have the right to judge
But your thoughts are mired
To an incomprehensible grudge
You claim and you rant
That you know the sacred Word
But by the tone of your voice
I can tell you never heard
chorus
And faith can be broken
Yes faith can be lost
But I can hear what is spoken
And your soul is the cost...
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