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Somewhere down in New York town |
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Where lives a friend of mine |
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But I haven't seen her face |
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For a very long long time |
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She tried to tell me that my life was getting harder |
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She took me by the hand |
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We went walking in the garden |
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Well it's five past three in the afternoon |
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And the sun is burning down |
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I've gotta pack my bags |
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And get outta this sticking town |
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Don't try to tell me that my life is getting harder |
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When it's seems so easy |
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Just like walking in the garden |
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When the sun goes down and the moon comes up |
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And half the world goes dark |
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We find ourselves alone |
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Wandering through Central Park |
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Don't try to tell me that my life is getting harder |
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Lay down beside me |
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We'll go walking in the garden |
