Ive got a ticket,
To the fast city,
Where the bells dont really ring,
Getting off the plane the cold air,
Rushes like bullets through my brain,
And Im divided between penguins and cats,
But its not about what animal youüve got,
Its about being able to fly,
Its about dying nine times,
Aah
Walked on Broadway,
Going up to falls,
With the old man I used to know,
The paintings on the walls of release,
Are colourful but they are no Matisse,
And Im divided between penguins and cats,
But its not about what animal youve got,
Its about being able to fly,
Its about dying nine times,
Aah
Its about being able to fly,
Its about dying nine times,
Aah
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