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Broughton-Mason-Slamer-Thomas |
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Turning pages. glancing through the classified |
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The whole night's sleep was in my eyes |
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Spilling coffee on my shoes, I noticed you |
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Saw it all in black and white: "The Broadway Girl |
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Makes Good Tonight" |
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Then some old friend decides to phone |
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To ask me how I got to know |
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Read it in the New York Times |
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It was a smile I recognized |
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With an unfamiliar- name and another fool by your side |
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And it really hurt my pride |
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Cause it's a bitch to realize |
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You're only second prize, just another New York time |
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Sunday afternoon, and those old movies make me cry |
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I'II never know the reasons why |
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Don't know why I waste my time recalling lines |
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From a letter by the bed, much better left unread |
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But old times come on back again when you |
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Think you heard the last of them |
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I read it in the New York Times |
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It was a smile I recognized |
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With an unfamiliar name and another fool by your side |
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And it really hurt my pride |
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Cause it's a bitch realize |
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You're only second prize. just another New York time |
