Fire Escape

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[Verse]

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new york now was nothing but an 
ice-capade
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a cigarette, a fire-escape

G
walked this line,
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with dust in our pockets for the 
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bedford station line to take us

Am
crazy
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the drunkard playing the casio
Am
we’re quiet
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everytime we start starin’ up
Am
and hear
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all the loneliest crickets play 
       D
their violins

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Am
aw what a shame
  C               D
a subway ride was never meant to 
last.