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Bruised - Commentary

de Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

I met up with an acrobat
In Brooklyn or some place like that
With life and taxis flying past
We tore that dance hall down

Pocket change and subway cars
Our big ideas filled empty bars
You might be from the moon or mars
Either way, I'm never going home

So, lets hang an anchor from the sun
There’s a million city lights but

You're number one
You're the reason I’m still up at dawn
Just to see your face
We'll be going strong
With the vampires, baby
We belong, we belong awake

Swinging from the fire escape

I was drinking from the wishing well
Some junkie metal-head hotel
When we boarded the carousel
The roof was caving in

On the stage my Oxblood friend
Was singing songs about the end »
The bankers in the lion's den
Were dropping lines like beggars in the snow

So, lets hang an anchor from the sun
There’s a million city lights but

You're number one
You're the reason I'm still up at dawn
Just to see your face
We'll be going strong
With the vampires, baby
We belong, we belong awake

Swinging from the fire escape
Swinging from the fire escape
Swinging from the fire escape

Walking home your hand in mine
Tattoos on the river line
The morning birds are taking flight
Either way I thought that you should know

You're my number one
You're the reason I'm still up at dawn
Just to see your face
We'll be going strong
With the vampires, baby
We belong, we belong awake

Swinging from the fire escape
Swinging from the fire escape
Swinging from the fire escape
Swinging from the fire escape

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