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Pull out all the stops We are comming home tonight, A pair of old boxing gloves In a new fight; Where every single scar, Well, it means something to me As if blood rolls down my history, My history, My history. Bottles and road signs Sound like tires off their wheels, Our hands and feet and ordinary thrills. When we unlocked all the doors Just so we could finally breathe, Just so we could sew down these torn up sleves. Here we stand with a wolf-like shadow, Here we stand in the end. Hey New York, here's a wolf-like shadow. Hey New York, your old friend. This roof could be my bed Make it ifeel like the night sky Blankets feel better the heavier they get. Red lights come and go, I'll take us home, I'll take us home, Cut down the blinds from my windows. I stood back on the couch [unknown lyric] This is my life With my hands over my head Wrenched from my sight. Here is where we'll go; I'll take us home, I'll take us home, I'll take us home. Here we stand with a wolf-like shadow, Here we stand in the end. Hey New York, here's a wolf-like shadow, Hey New York, our old friend. |