And cut me a new cloth
Untangle while you can
You can touch me all you want
And let go of yourself
Bleed into this city of yours
Bleed into this city of moods
Less ideas would be an idea
Like more movement in your feet
Push out with your last breath
Push out with
These blue moods, these black moods
These blue moods, these black moods
So cut me while you can
And televise your results
Make appointments you can't keep
Just make appointments with
Blue moods, and black moods
These blue moods, these black moods
And I'll blame this city of yours
I'll blame this city of yours
I'll blame this city of yours
Well I blame this city; it's yours
Sometimes no one knows
And sometimes nobody knows
And sometimes no one knows
And sometimes no
Well I blame this city of yours
I blame this city of yours
I blame this city of yours
Well I built this city it's yours (it's yours, it's yours)
It's all yours, it's all yours
It's all yours, it's all yours
I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
But it's yours, here it's yours
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
But it's yours

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