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Come back from San Francisco |
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It can't be all that pretty |
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When all of New York City misses you |
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Should pretty boys in discos |
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Distract you from your novel |
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Remember I'm awful in love with you |
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You need me like the wind needs the trees to blow in |
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Like the moon needs poetry, you need me |
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Come back from San Francisco |
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And kiss me, I've quit smoking |
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I miss doing the wild thing with you |
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Will you stay? I don't think so |
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But all I do is worry |
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Pack bags, call cabs, and hurry home to me |
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You need me like the wind needs the trees to blow in |
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Like the moon needs poetry, you need me |
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You need me like the wind needs the trees to blow in |
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Like the moon needs poetry, you need me |
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When you betray me, betray me with a kiss |
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Damn you, I've never stayed up as late as this |
