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He
strolls through the SoHo crowd
She sits alone
He stares at the stormy clouds
She’ll soon be home
Manhattan is drenched in rain
And autumn leaves
He enters an empty train
And there she is
Whenever we feel our life is shattered
Whenever we see our light go down
Whatever we feel – It does not matter
Our time will come
He sits with the strange grimace
She’s seen before
He stares at her frozen face
And knows the score
Manhattan is drenched in tears
Of crimes unseen
She dreamed about this for years
And here he is
Whenever we feel our life is shattered
Whenever we see our light go down
Whatever we feel – It does not matter
Our time will come
Can you hear the sound of
breaking hearts
As their destiny unfolds?
Can you heal a soul so
torn apart?
She just pulls out her
handgun –
Karma is a blast of
sudden sun
Whenever we feel our life is shattered
Whenever we see our light go down
Whatever we feel – It does not matter
Our time will come
Manhattan is drenched in pain
The sun will dry
She stares at the leaving train
And waves goodbye
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