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September 26, 2008

The Passenger

I am a passenger 
And I ride and I ride 
I ride through the city's backside 
I see the stars come out of the sky 
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky 
You know it looks so good tonight 

I am a passenger 
I stay under glass 
I look through my window so bright 
I see the stars come out tonight 
I see the bright and hollow sky 
Over the city's a rip in the sky 
And everything looks good tonight 

Singin' la la la la la-la-la la 
La la la la la-la-la la 
La la la la la-la-la la la-la 

Get into the car 
We'll be the passenger 
We'll ride through the city tonight 
See the city's ripped insides 
We'll see the bright and hollow sky 
We'll see the stars that shine so bright 
The sky was made for us tonight 

Oh the passenger 
How how he rides 
Oh the passenger 
He rides and he rides 
He looks through his window 
What does he see? 
He sees the sided hollow sky 
He see the stars come out tonight 
He sees the city's ripped backsides 
He sees the winding ocean drive 
And everything was made for you and me 
All of it was made for you and me 
'cause it just belongs to you and me 
So let's take a ride and see what's mine 

Singing... 

Oh, the passenger 
He rides and he rides 
He sees things from under glass 
He looks through his window's eye 
He sees the things he knows are his 
He sees the bright and hollow sky 
He sees the city asleep at night 
He sees the stars are out tonight 
And all of it is yours and mine 
And all of it is yours and mine 
Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride... 

Singing..

Iggy Pop
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