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Correct The Running Styles Of New York Lyrics
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Correct The Running Styles Of New York
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[Verse 1] I hear beauty in things like The neighbors return To their love and pride Their day like a wicked ride But then to belong And their kids running by Given riddles and tales For their way to be Little buddies, the mystery Of just being around [Pre-Chorus] All that I fear is that all that I have given you Is a ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control But I see the light in oh so many things out here And a lifetime gently now sits on the stairs to my home [Chorus] We're running out But moving on Into the days of our grace returning [Verse 2] And the dancer just turns Until they spin fast enough for the biggest show Take some pics of the afterglow then do it again I see stars in the sky And I wish they'd return to be in me now Make up for what I lack somehow When it's all been too much [Pre-Chorus] All that I fear is that all that I have given you Is a ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control But I see the light in oh so many things out here And a lifetime so gently now sits on the stairs to my home [Chorus] We're running out But moving on [Bridge] I'm curly to the bone But then you straighten me again I carry you to bed Let the hours sweep away Your day has been hard [Verse 3] I will whisper to heal And not wake up the listening thoughts in me Their revealing dark poetry and this shadow They sell There is beauty out here Like peculiar running styles some are wild And the breath on the other side of getting Around [Pre-Chorus] All that I fear is that all that I have given you The ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control But I see the light in oh so many things out here And a lifetime so gently now sits on the stairs to my home [Chorus] We're running out But moving on Into the days of our grace returning [Outro] We're running out But moving on Into the days of our grace returning
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