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Like the folks you meet on |
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Like to plant my feet on the Brooklyn Bridge |
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What a lovely view from |
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Heaven looks at you from the Brooklyn Bridge |
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I love to listen to the wind through her strings |
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The song that she sings for the town |
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I love to look up at the clouds in her hair |
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She's learned to wear like a crown |
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If you've been a rover |
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Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge |
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Don't let no one tell you |
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I've been tryin' to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge |
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All the folks in Manhattan are sad |
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'Cause they look at her |
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And wish they had |
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The good old Brooklyn Bridge |
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If you've been a rover |
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Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge |
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Don't let no one tell you |
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That I've been tryin' to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge |
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You'll miss her most when you roam |
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'Cause you'll think of her |
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And think of home |
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The good old Brooklyn Bridge |
