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I remember the days, on 204th street, |
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In the Bronx New York, where everyone would meet |
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It was Friday Night and we packed the streets |
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And everyone waited for Rory |
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Well we went down to the 20s, to shoot some pool, |
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And there I saw Rocky acting the fool |
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He had a few too many whiskeys on his dirty bar stool |
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And everyone's cheeks they were glowing |
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Chorus: |
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So long to all my friends |
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Fare-thee-well, we'll meet again |
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Au revoir, rich Americans |
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On the streets of New York, Sayonnara my friends |
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We got all our cash and we went to the bars |
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And we drank til we all had too many jars |
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I checked out the scene all that I saw were stars |
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And everyone started to roll |
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The clock struck four, they locked up the door |
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And we danced as the bartender, he poured us more |
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We danced and we drank and I fell to the floor |
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The we all headed home in the morning |
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Chorus |
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I remember the days, on 204th street, |
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In the Bronx New York, where everyone would meet |
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It was Friday Night and we packed the streets |
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And everyone waited for Rory |
