First Snow On Brooklyn

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   I flew in on the evening 
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plane
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   Is it such a good idea that I 
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am here again?
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   And I could cut my cold breath 
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with a knife
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   And taste the winter of 
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another life

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   A yellow cab from JFK, the 
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long way round
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   I didn't mind... gave me 
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thinking time before I ran aground
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   On rocky memories and choking 
tears
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   I believe it only rained round 
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here these thirty years

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   Now, it's the first snow on 
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Brooklyn and my cold feet are 
drumming
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   You don't see me in the 
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shadows from your cozy window frame
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   And last night, who was in your
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 parlour wrapping presents in the 
Em
late hour
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   To place upon your pillow as 
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the morning came?

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Em           Em/G                
   Thin wind stings my face... 
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pull collar up
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   I could murder coffee in a 
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grande cup
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   No welcome deli; there's no 
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Starbucks here
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   A dime for a quick phone call 
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could cost me dear

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   And the first snow on Brooklyn 
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paints a Christmas card upon the 
pavement
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   The cab leaves a disappearing 
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trace and then it's gone
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   And the snow covers my 
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footprints, deep regrets and heavy
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 heartbeats
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   When you wake you'll never see
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 the spot that I was standing on

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Em           Em/G           D  
   I flew in on the evening 
D4 D D4 D9
plane
Em             Em/G              
   Is it such a good idea that I 
   D          A
am here again?
Bm             D                 
   And I could cut my cold breath 
A
with a knife
Bm               D          A   
   And taste the winter of 
       Bm
another life

                 C            
   Now, it's the first snow on 
G              Bm            A
Brooklyn and my cold feet are 
drumming
Am                         Em    
   You don't see me in the 
            G          D
shadows from your cozy window frame
                   C              
   And last night, who was in your
G               Bm              
 parlour wrapping presents in the 
Em
late hour
Am                    Em         
   To place upon your pillow as 
   D
the morning came?

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   Some things are best 
            Bm            A
forgotten... some are better 
half-remembered
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   I just thought that I might be
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 there on your, on your Christmas 
D
night
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   And the first snow on Brooklyn 
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makes a lonely road to travel
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   Cold crunch steps that echo as
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 the blizzard bites