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Down the 9th street station
On a Saturday
Recent considerations
Sent the world astray
And I can't shake this feeling off
I heard they're selling souls at cost

Hold your head today is tomorrow
All your thoughts take from as sorrow
Genuine things, still I keep coming back

An absolute affirmation
Reassess the situation

Sudden Sunday morning
And I can't count to two
Somewhere in downtown Brooklyn
I see them look at you
And it's a tease but it always works
And it's relief but it always seems to work

And I know
You always know what's better for me