Down under the Manhattan Bridge underpass
we made blankets out of Dumbo’s ears.
And we scratched you can fly into the sidewalk
and she brought me by the hand to tears.
-CHORUS
The night is spun on silver tongues.
We fly towards the morning sun
on silver wings stained with rings
of wine is my morning song…
goes la la la la la la….
Well, she showed me her statue of liberty
on a cold and windy marching night.
And she convinced me every little light should be shining.
I swore I would never give up the good fight.
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Now it’s a crying champagne. The sky is wet with rain.
We’re too drunk souls on the same old piano.
And we’re laughing as the moon ticks soft and slow.
Lord knows, Lord knows we’re on a roll.
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