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Brooklyn Sun |
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She's hanging on |
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She's been running round |
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A tired sky |
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Her day is done |
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She says goodbye |
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And slips away |
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Wish a golden kiss |
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To keep us warm |
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Till the morning breaks |
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Come, come, come back soon |
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I would trade away the stars and moon |
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If you came, came, came back soon |
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My darker days would all be done |
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Oh Brooklyn Sun |
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I toss and turn |
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Stuck in dream |
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Lost I Find |
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That everything is not what it seems. |
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So wake me up |
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And take me back |
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Illuminate |
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Enlighten all the things I have |
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Oh, nothing looks the same when you are not |
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Around around and |
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Oh, I close my eyes and wait |
