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I've tripped on mushroom for half a week |
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And it all came down to me on the futon |
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Asking myself: "how could you run away from me?" |
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How could you ever run away from me? |
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And how that precious feeling could have ran away from me? |
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And i took the L-train to the G-train |
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And the G-train to the F-train |
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And riding through the reconstructions |
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And there was nothing i could think about |
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But when and how could you run away from me |
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How could you run away from me? |
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How could that precious thing run away from me? |
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Driving 90 on the BQE and from BQE to FDR |
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And back to brooklyn again |
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From the place to work to the place i live |
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Back and forth on the bridge |
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There was nothing in my head |
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But how could you run away from me |
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How could you run away from me? |
