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Here it comes again at 3 amthat empty space it just takes my breath awaywalk outside its the strangest thingsnow has fallen radiatesi dont know but ive been toldall i know is what i see had such a sweet dreamit ends in disasterand somehow you could not find your way back through the doorim seeing the car crashthe end of the love song but even now i cant make it backwhere you areim going home new york city has become a friend to meand every street helps to wash out clean my memoryall of the faces they hide the lighti feel that change but the change passes me byi dont know but ive been toldall i know is what i seehad such a sweet dreamit end in disaster and somehow i could not find my way back through the doori follow the side walks and all of you footprintsbut somehow i could not make it back to where you areim going home |