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I go to the parties

Throw my hands in the air

I drink what they pour me

The cups of who cares

Go up in the night sky

Up in the clouds

Fly over the houses

I'm looking down

Joy to the city

Joy to the streets

And joy to you baby, wherever you sleep

Tonight, tonight, tonight

Tonight, tonight, tonight

No ghosts in the graveyard

That's not where they live

They float in between us

'what is' and 'what if'

And cast our own shadows

Before our own eyes

You don't get them up here though

They don't come up high

Joy to the city

The parking lot lights

The lion of evening

With the rain in its eyes

Joy to the freeway

Joy to the cars

And joy to you baby, wherever you are

Tonight, tonight, tonight

Tonight, tonight, tonight

There's pain in whatever

We stumble upon

If I never had met you

You couldn't have gone

But if I couldn't have met you

We couldn't have been

I guess it all adds up

To joy to the end

Joy to the city

The heatwave and all

To the lion of evening

With the storm in its paw

Joy to the many

And joy to the few

And joy to you baby

Joy to me too

Tonight, tonight, tonight

Tonight, tonight, tonight

Tonight, tonight, tonight

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To watch the courses of the stars as if you revolved with them. 

To keep constantly in mind how the elements alter into one another. 

Thoughts like this wash off the mud of life below. 

—Marcus Aurelius, 161 to 180 CE

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