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A hot cloud was hangin'around |
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We were a rowdy crowd |
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Drinkin'beer and smokin' at the end of the pier |
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Danny was shufflin' through a magazine |
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Clippin'out pictures of a car |
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To get us out of here |
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Laura was hounding him to get a bike |
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Warning him the time was now |
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Or he'd be out on his ear, she'd disappear |
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If only we could cross the river |
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We couldn't get a jump-start on life |
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The whispers across the Hudson |
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Grow louder in our ears |
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Louder in our ears every night |
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We were all somewhat out of school |
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Jersey by birth, relaxing but not on a holiday |
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An appalling amount of time spent at the mall |
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Not a tragedy, but not exactly the Milky Way |
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Looking for a bigger laugh, a better store, |
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A cutter guy, a shorter working day, better pay |
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If only we could cross the river |
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We couldn't get a jump-start on life |
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The whispers across the Hudson |
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Grow louder in our ears |
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Louder in our ears |
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Louder in our ears every night |
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When Laura and Danny broke up |
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She set her sights on Billy Stone |
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Well, I had just split from Jonathan |
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So by chance, I was all alone |
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Danny and I got along as well |
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We spent hours on the phone |
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Just talkin'on the phone |
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When I was twenty and crazy as a joke |
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I went to bed with a broker |
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When I was broke |
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I got used to doormen and limousines |
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And Christmas cards from friends signed by a machine |
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And woman, they were calling me 'Ma'am' |
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As they cleaned up after me |
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If only we could cross the river |
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But something is holding us back |
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A way of life that's too familiar |
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Like the lines are to the railroad track |
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If only we could cross the river |
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We couldn't get a jump-start on life |
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The whispers across the Hudson |
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Grow louder in our ears |
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Louder in our ears every night |
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Dear Laura, I know it's been years |
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Since I crossed the bridge back to the Palisades |
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How are your kids? |
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Mine are both swell little fellas |
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Here are some clippings of me and Brad |
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At a charity ball and a White House sup |
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I've perfected my smile for the camera |
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Chin is up |
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I miss you all so much |
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If only I could cross the river |
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But something me holding us back |
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A way of life that's too familiar |
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Like the lines are to the railroad |
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Lines are to the railroad |
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If only we could cross the river |
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We couldn't get a jump-start on life |
|
The whispers across the Hudson |
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Grow louder in our ears |
|
Louder in our ears |
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If only we could cross the river |
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But something is holding us back |
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A way of life that's too familiar |
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Like the lines are to the railroad |
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Lines are to the railroad |
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Railroad track |
