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Sitting solemnly at home beside a silent telephone
A vacant heart, a world come and gone
So hold me in an I can see a cold, romantic one-way street
And empty bed of used-up promises
And then you came to me
With conscious hands and steady feet
You took away my need to need, my history
And boy, well here goes nothing…

And this ain’t a love song
It couldn’t be that I would fall for you so soon
My rose that blooms in autumn
So go on, break me, take me
To the place I’d want to be
And we can just pretend it wasn’t all a dream

At times it comes and goes again, an empire founded on a whim
And is it less important if we were young
In years will I look back and miss the way we made all of this
A sanctuary I would never trade for anything
And there you were again,
To show me just how I fit in
This incandescent second skin you’ve wrapped around me
Time and time again, and so it goes…

(Chorus)

There’s lifetimes inside of your eyes
It’s been a long while since I woke up alive
And hell, I know there’s times when troubles don’t die
But I can try, and could we try…

(Chorus)

Chorus Line
3am, and a cold wind blows through Broadway
Neon signs that remind you of times when you had better days
Soak in the night and if the timing is right, you see the shadows play
And it’s okay, because you won’t sleep today
Oh no, you won’t sleep today

And you’re suddenly thinking of your mind
And the too many thoughts to keep you in line

So you’re here now, believing
Everything’s got a meaning
And all the while the drum keeps time
It feels like you’re living in a chorus line
You always knew you would make it
And you’re on stage, but you’re naked
And all the while you sing in key
It feels like you’re dying to a symphony

9am well, so much for the nightlife
Take a seat while you eat, throw some crumbs at your feet
And watch the pigeons fight
Try not to stare at those who dream in the care of a subway tunnel light
And it’s alright, because you won’t sleep tonight
Oh no, you won’t sleep tonight

And if you’re thinking of getting a head start
You better remember to pardon your heart

(Chorus)

3am, and a cold wind blows through Broadway
The ghost of the show, the remainder of those uncomplicated days
And you cry when the comedy seems to real
And you laugh at the tragedy you can’t feel
But that sweet, sweet irony, that’s what kills you the most

(Chorus)

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