| Tuesdays, Thursdays, empty days and Sundays
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| And will they be back soon
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| The cafe, the ashtray, the bridges are hearsay
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| On an empire afternoon
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| Wrong day, slow time, no body no crime
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| Lone walk, low talk, don’t drop that dime
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| Don’t wanna go back, go back, go back to the neighborhood
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| The weather, the water, this roof, now you got her
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| So will they be back soon
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| At the movies, on the benches, by the entrance
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| In the trenches, the entire afternoon
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| Oh no, copy paste again, I’m always on the run forever
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| Too bad, so true, it’s late, I’m through
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| Can’t wait, I like to be told what to do
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| I don’t wanna go back, go back, go back to the neighborhood
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| In no time at all
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| How cold it gets
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| It’s snowing again
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| Go place your bets
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| On Tuesdays, Thursdays, empty days and Sundays
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| And will they be back soon
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| The cafe, the ashtrays, the bridges are hearsay
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| On an empire afternoon
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| Wrong day, slow time, no body no crime
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| Lone walk, low talk, don’t drop that dime
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| Don’t wanna go back, go back, go back to the neighborhood
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| I don’t wanna go back, go back, go back to the neighborhood
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| I don’t wanna go back, go back, go back to the neighborhood |