ull out all the stops,
We are coming home tonight.
A pair of old boxing gloves,
In a new fight.
Where every single scar,
Well it means something to me,
As if life wrote down my history.
My history.

Bottles and road signs,
Sound like tires on bent wheels.
Our hands and feet and ordinary thrills,
When we unlocked all the doors,
Just so we could finally breathe,
Just so we could sew down these torn up sleeves.

Here we stand with a wolf-like shadow,
Here we stand in the end.
Hey, New York here's our wolf-like shadow,
Hey, New York our old friend.
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This roof could be my bed,
Blankets feel like the night sky,
Blankets feel better the heavier they get.
Red lights can mean go,
I'll take us home,
I'll take us home,
Cut down the blinds from my windows.

I stood back on the couch,
Remembered this is my life,
With my hands over my head,
Friends by my side.
Here is where we'll go,
I'll take us home,
I'll take us home,
I'll take us home.

Here we stand with a wolf-like shadow,
Here we stand in the end.
Hey, New York here's our wolf-like shadow,
Hey, New York our old friend.

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