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When Brooklyn breaks into |
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SaturdayThe club rats scurrying away |
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And closing out and closing in |
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It's rare that something then begins |
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With promises like shining lights |
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Amidst the dawn of dying night |
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Through ringing amps and flattened beer |
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And all my cues for getting out of here |
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But Cara let the moon come in |
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And windowsills again have room |
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Cara let the moon come in |
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And for a time |
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I'm high as noon |
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Cara let the moon come in |
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And I was sad |
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I had to run |
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But Cara let the moon come in |
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And past upon the evening sun |
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Now I'm an old and broken me |
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Too many rides upon the wind |
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That carries hawks across the sea |
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To hunt and shiver for their sins |
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Too many dreams are left to stand |
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Until the tide can knock them down |
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But remembering |
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I reach my hand |
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In case a few are still around |
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Cause Cara let the moon come in |
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And windowsills again have room |
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Cara let the moon come in |
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And for a time |
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I'm high as noon |
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Cara let the moon come in |
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And I was sad our set was done |
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But Cara let the moon come in |
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And past upon the evening sun |
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So pass the bottle, |
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Pack the bowl |
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Let's swap our tales of rock n'roll |
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We have until the engine strums |
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And the Prevo sails to |
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Kingdom Come |
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Cara let the moon come in |
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And windowsills again have room |
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Cara let the moon come in |
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And for a time |
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I'm high as noon |
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Cara let the moon come in |
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And a profoundness had begun |
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But Cara let the moon come in |
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And past upon the evening's son |
