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My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood
Like a big old black steam train
My veins are the tracks
And the city is my brain
My stomach is the ocean, and it swallows up the sun
At the end of a summer's day
My breath's like a breeze
It blows all those storm clouds away
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah, ah-ha...
My head is the city, and it houses all the thoughts and secrets that I have
And the mayor of the city says the city sins ain't half bad
My arms could be weapons or instruments of love
My legs are skyscrapers, they tower above you
Ah
Ah, yeah
Ah
Ah-ha, ha, ha, ha
Heart is a muscle, it pumps blood
Like a big old black steam train
My veins are the tracks
And the city is my brain
My stomach is the ocean and it swallows up the sun
At the end of a summer's day
My breath's like a breeze, it blows
All those storm clouds away
I could be your whole world
I could be your whole world
I could be your whole world
I could be your whole world
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