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And New York was great and we loved it all |
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And New York was great and we loved it all |
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But time was riding fast upon my shoulders |
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What a shame |
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The night time was painted black with fun |
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The night time was painted black with fun |
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But all the time the light shone through it all |
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What a drag |
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And in bars drunk, we knew it all |
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And in bars drunk, we knew it all |
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And promises we spilled out in the night |
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What a trip |
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And the stars we plucked from great black skies |
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And the stars we plucked from |
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New York skies |
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We placed them all in front of us and laughed |
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What a trip |
