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[Verse]
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new york now was nothing but an ice-capade
Am G
a cigarette, a fire-escape
G
walked this line,
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with dust in our pockets for the bedford station line to take us
Am
crazy
C D
the drunkard playing the casio
Am
we’re quiet
C D
everytime we start starin’ up
Am
and hear
C D
all the loneliest crickets play their violins
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Am
aw what a shame
C D
a subway ride was never meant to last.