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The ghostly sing-song |
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Of the children playing double-dutch |
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I felt the wind come through the window |
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I felt it turn around and switch back |
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In the second story room |
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In Jamaica, Queens |
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Your hair was dripping wet |
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Your skin was clean |
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And the children skipping rope |
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Tripled their speed |
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You were all I'd ever wanted |
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You were all I'd ever need |
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In New York City in the middle of July |
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The air was heavy and wet |
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The air was heavy, your body was heavy on mine |
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I will know who you are yet, I will know who you are yet |
