An ancient business, a modern piece of glasswork
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Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing
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The elderly sales clerk won’t eye us with suspicion
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The whole, immortal corporation’s given its permission
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A little stairway, a little piece of carpet
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A pair of mirrors that are facing one another
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Out in both directions, a thousand little Julias
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That come together in the middle of Manhattan
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You waited since lunch
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It all comes at once
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Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Around the corner, the house that modern art built
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A house for modern art to keep it out the closets
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The people who might own it, the sins of pride and envy
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And on the second floor, the Richard Serra Skate Park
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You waited since lunch
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It all comes at once
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Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Sit on the park wall, ask all the right questions
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«Why are the horses racing taxis in the winter?»
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Look up at the buildings, imagine who might live there
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Imagining your wolfords in a ball upon the sink there
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You waited since lunch
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It all comes at once
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Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |