Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness - Fire Escape
I met up with an acrobat In Brooklyn or some place like that With life and taxis flying past We tore that dance hall downPocket change and subway cars Our big ideas filled empty bars You might be from the moon or mars Either way, I'm never going homeSo, lets hang an anchor from the sun There’s a million city lights butYou're number one You're the reason
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