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Every town has a secret heart that beats
And every citizen an underground
I set my clock to a bootleg meter and
broken hands spinning round and round
Im on my way just like every day
to get milk and kerosene
But my reflection in the butchers window isnt me
I freeze
This is Chinatown
A state of mind
This is Chinatown
Its just a state of mind
The sky was blue but I wouldnt know
I was counting cracks in the concrete
Id memorized them from A to B
A choreography, a part of me
Its not the future, its not the past
Its not now
The price will double if you try to look them in the eye
Dont ask why
cause this is Chinatown
a state of mind
This is Chinatown
a state of mind
In Chinatown
Read my fortune in my metro card
Youll see nothing if you search too hard
Read my fortune in my metro card
Youll see nothing if you search too hard