There’s two lost souls finding love in Times Square
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There’s the rumble of a train runnin' down a track
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Lights are turnin' on the great white way
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Cold beer here, pin stripes are at bat
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Piano man is holding court at the Garden
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All the street corner preachers are back
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Faith believes when it can’t see
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In who we are and who we’re gonna be
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Angels ring a cathedral bell
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And on the streets of New York
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All is well
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The Eastern sun is rising over sunset
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Tourists taking selfies at the Hollywood sign
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Waxing up their boards down in Venice
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At Mickey’s house they’re all gathering in line, give it time
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'Cause faith believes when it can’t see
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In who we are and who we’re gonna be
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City of angels rising through the ashes of hell
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And on the streets of L.A.
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All is well
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There’s a pickup rolling through the heartland
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In the shotgun seat rides her daddy’s old six-string
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Tonight she’ll be singin' in a bar on Broadway
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She plays some Willie and everybody sings
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Faith believes when it can’t see
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In who we are and who we’re gonna be
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Music City’s got some tales to tell
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And on the streets of Nashville
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All is well
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Faith believes when it can’t see
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In who we are and who we’re gonna be
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Our lady in the harbor shinin' like a citadel
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And on the streets of America
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All is well
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On the streets of America
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All is well |