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Leaves and the rain falling outside. |
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Taxi waited in the street. |
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Gave you my keys, told you I'd try... |
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But we both knew better didn't we? |
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I made my way to jfk in world record time, |
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Hoping I would miss the flight. |
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You and I were fighting sleep. |
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Beautiful wasted promises we promised to keep, |
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At least 'til we said goodbye. |
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Sometimes you're still mine |
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Between the lines of the Sunday New York times. |
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You were the saint, I was the liar, |
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At least that's how I remember it. |
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Left all our dreams, all our desires |
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On the steps of your apartment. |
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The Brooklyn bridge, your olive skin |
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Framed in black and white. |
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I miss how simple love could be. |
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When you and I were fighting sleep. |
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Beautiful wasted promises we promised to keep, |
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At least 'til we said goodbye. |
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Sometimes you're still mine |
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Between the lines of the Sunday New York times |
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Running wild down St. Marks, |
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Raw and breathless in your arms. |
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Jumping trains to the park, |
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When the world was ours. |
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When you and I were fighting sleep. |
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Under the blankets promises we promised to keep, |
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At least 'til we said goodbye. |
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Sometimes you're still mine |
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Between the lines of the Sunday New York times |
