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You said goodnight |
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Wrapped your scarf up tight |
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And left into a winter scene |
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The Lower East Side |
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Is just a place to hide |
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A place to privately dream |
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Good times and lost nights on Avenue A |
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Don't let the bright lights take you away |
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You just can't believe what the city folks say |
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My lady of Avenue A |
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These old downtown streets |
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Where lovers meet |
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To sometimes laugh, to sometimes cry |
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A strange parade |
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All new things fade |
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But somehow this place stays the same |
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Good times and lost nights on Avenue A |
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Don't let the bright lights take you away |
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You just can't believe what the city folks say |
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My lady of Avenue A |
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You fall asleep |
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I hear you breathe |
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The snow outside, I make some tea |
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The cat's awake |
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And plays with string |
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As I slip into a dream |
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Good times and lost nights on Avenue A |
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Don't let the bright lights take you away |
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You just can't believe what the city folks say |
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My lady of Avenue A |
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My lady of Avenue A |
