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Tuesdays, Thursdays, empty days and Sundays |
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And will they be back soon |
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The cafe, the ashtray, the bridges are hearsay |
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On an empire afternoon |
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Wrong day, slow time, no body no crime |
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Lone walk, low talk, don't drop that dime |
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Don't wanna go back, go back, go back to the neighborhood |
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The weather, the water, this roof, now you got her |
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So will they be back soon |
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At the movies, on the benches, by the entrance |
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In the trenches, the entire afternoon |
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Oh no, copy paste again, I'm always on the run forever |
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Too bad, so true, it's late, I'm through |
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Can't wait, I like to be told what to do |
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I don't wanna go back, go back, go back to the neighborhood |
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In no time at all |
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How cold it gets |
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It's snowing again |
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Go place your bets |
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On Tuesdays, Thursdays, empty days and Sundays |
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And will they be back soon |
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The cafe, the ashtrays, the bridges are hearsay |
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On an empire afternoon |
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Wrong day, slow time, no body no crime |
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Lone walk, low talk, don't drop that dime |
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Don't wanna go back, go back, go back to the neighborhood |
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I don't wanna go back, go back, go back to the neighborhood |
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I don't wanna go back, go back, go back to the neighborhood |
