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The cool is dead, baby |
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Go on and sleep |
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Rest your weary head and love a better me |
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And in the morning |
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We'll start over again |
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That's how they do it up on the screen |
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So me and my baby |
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We would dance all night |
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But I don't know the steps |
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In my baby's time |
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To do it like they do it |
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For the girls uptown |
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I hear they light them up like the blues |
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So I'm waiting, so I'm waiting |
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And she's waiting, and she's waiting |
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For us to remember |
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Was I good to you, the wife of my youth |
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No other soul could love you |
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Like my rotten bones do |
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So I will wait on the edges in between |
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These New York streets |
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Where you and I would meet |
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For twenty nine years |
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We loved that line |
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And I would take it easy |
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If I had your mind |
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But I'm a cannonball to a house on fire |
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And you're slow like Motown soul |
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So what man wouldn't love her |
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With that long black hair |
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If I cut you up |
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Maybe I came to bear |
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To bandage your wounds |
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With the salt on my tongue |
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And I'm the only one not here |
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So I'm waiting, so I'm waiting |
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And she's waiting, and she's waiting |
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For us to remember |
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So was I good to you, the wife of my youth |
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No other soul could love you |
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Like my rotten bones do |
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So I will wait on the edges in between |
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These New York streets |
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Where you and I would meet |
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And only I can heal your wounds |
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Only I can heal your wounds |
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When you can't go on |
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When you can't go on |
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When you can't go on |
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When you know, hold on |
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So was I good to you, the wife of my youth |
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No other sould could love you like my |
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So was I good to you, the wife of my youth |
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No other soul could love you |
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Like my rotten bones do |
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So I will wait on the edges in between |
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And I will wait on the edges in between |
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And I will wait on the edges in between |
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These New York streets |
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On all these New York streets |
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Where you and I would meet |
