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    Oh, she was a dreamer
    Paintin' mountains when she thinks no one sees her
    Drawin' stories in the night
    They help her make it out alive
    But she's hopin' that one day she'll get it right

    'Cause they won't believe her
    When she tells them of the worlds she can see up there
    But those broken wings won't fly
    Without someone to make it right
    So she's leavin' town to fix it all tonight

    And she moved to the city just to figure it out
    By the Lower East Side, second street in the morning south
    But she's scared, she's scared, she's scared that she's still lost

    And on the balcony, she cries
    Who am I If I'm one of a million lights?
    Trapped in the Manhattan sky
    And all I hear is my echo, echo

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    Oh, he kept the lights dim
    Hides his face so he knows they'll never find him
    Catchin' lightnin' in the night
    It's helped him make it out alive
    But one man's passion is another's copyright

    The kids used to doubt him
    Now they pretend he couldn't have done it without them
    Oh, his broken wings, they fly
    But that still doesn't make it right
    'Cause he felt stronger when the world was out of sight

    Yes, he may have found home in the city of dreams
    But the lights in Times Square aren't as bright as they seem
    Yet he knows, he knows, he knows it's worth the cost

    And on the balcony, he cries
    Who am I If I'm one of a million lights?
    Trapped in the Manhattan sky
    And all I hear is my echo, echo
    Callin' out

    Hoo-ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh-ooh, ho-oh-oh-oh
    Ooh-oh-whoa-oh, oh-oh

    And on the balcony, they cry
    Who am I If I'm one of a million lights? (Ooh-ooh, ho-oh-oh-oh)
    Trapped in the Manhattan sky (ooh-oh-whoa-oh, oh-oh)
    All I hear is my echo, echo, echo

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    Composition: Livingston

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