BLOCK AFTER BLOCK
Now this is all me, now this is all me
Watch out for late phone calls
Wheat paste and concrete walls
Go too far, live too long
Time’s too short, right and wrong
Block after block
Block after block
Roll down gates look the same
Different trips, different trains
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Hey friends
Break in the back door
And turn it up
While the lights are out
Eyes closed and shouting right now
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CHORUS:
Lights turn on
And dark turns up
Side by side
Dream bigger
Next in line
It’s late
Now this is all me
Now this is all me
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Eat when you’re hungry and
Sleep when you’re slipping like
Tired dogs rest their paws
Today we show our flaws
Block after block
Block after block
It’s one way, now on Wythe
What was left now is right
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Hey friends we’ll jump the turnstiles
And cut it down
While the lights are out
Eyes closed and shouting right now
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CHORUS
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I think it takes a pile of bricks
For us to make a home
And I’m not sure but I hear
Mountains grow from just a stone
Block after block
Block after block
Everything I’ve learned
Every step I took
And street I’ve walked
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AM/FM SOUND
The open road
Is on my back today
Hold me up I’m sure
Not to drag away
All these twists and turns
Piles of dreams and dimes
I’ll take what’s in front
And leave this mess behind
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Oh I just sit here tonight
And wait for my ride
Oh I just sit here tonight
And you all wait by my side
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CHORUS:
Oh Eh
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Meet after dark
And just follow me
Tread’s been worn away
Wrong side of the street
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Oh I just sit here tonight
And wait for my ride
Oh I just sit here tonight
And you all wait by my side
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No time to waste
And so many rules to break
With AM/FM sound
Sure to tear some fences down
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CHORUS
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No time to waste
And so many rules to break
With AM/FM sound
Sure to tear some fences down
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CHORUS
CAMERAS
Sun’s going down let’s get together
On the bridge we’ll meet up tonight
Black pants, red sweatshirt, and brown bags
Above the East River’s northern lights
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You see what I see
I thought it make believe
Watched the sun rise
On my street
Old cement makes for
A solid place to lay
Bed of light grey
My bed of light grey
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While I know it’s letters that can spell
I hear now it’s words that can say
I decided to start writing less
And I’m talking more everyday
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Sixteen of our friends
A five seat bright red van
Curbside view
Turn off of Grand
Pound my steering wheel
We yell to the windshield
I’m finally home
I’m finally home
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CHORUS:
No time for cameras
We’ll use our eyes instead
No time for cameras
We’ll be gone when we’re dead
No time for cameras
We’ll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold
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Every single car alarm we hear
We’ll steal and throw through their window
My water comes straight from the tap
And those bottles are all just for show
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I see that we’re made of
More then blood and bones
See we’re made of
Sticks and stones
Don’t forget to breathe
Need locks for your keys
Don’t forget to breathe now
Forget to breathe now
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RED PAINT
You’re bringing the bar up
Life’s not plastic forks and paper cups
A mind certainly can make
A heavy weight
We’ll set all things straight
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CHORUS:
Hands and red paint
Let’s make some stains
Let’s make some stains
Getting dark
Hands and red paint
Let’s make a mark
All of these years
You’ve brought me here
You’ve brought me here
I thank you
All of these years
That we’ve cut through
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Some parts never taught
Climbing fences, sleeping on roof tops
While so many things I see are sugar fed
Still rocks, bricks, and lead
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Let’s make life so big
Make sure can’t be missed
I’ll carry all these days for months and for years
I’ll listen, you’ll hear
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WHERE YOU’RE COMING FROM
I hear shoe strings tend to break
But they tie together great
I feel I know
I know where you’re coming from
Notebooks filled with lines
And a clock’s filled with good times
I think I know
I know where you’re coming from
Oh, I know where you’re coming from
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I never have enough
and you always have too much
I might just know
I know where you’re coming from
Quarters for the wash
All the other coins are tossed
I said I know
I know where you’re coming from
Oh, I know where you’re coming from
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CHORUS:
I’m on my feet today
And I’ll walk into the grave
I drew this map by hand
Show you how to become a man
I’m on my feet today
And then I’ll walk into the grave
I said I
I know where you’re coming from
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We tore the walls out
In this old bedroom of your house
To make room for dreams
I know where you’re coming from
Years they come and go
But today is here to stay
I said I know
I know where you’re coming from
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CHORUS