| United 1−0-9,
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| New York to California
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| Deparyure time, just before dawn
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| We got up late,
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| Cab was waitin' for her
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| On the street,
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| Blowin' its horn
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| Before I made a scene,
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| She hurried out the door
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| Forgot her favourite jeans,
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| On the bedroom floor
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| I look into the sky,
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| Tears in my eyes And my baby fly over the city
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| Her agent got a deal,
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| With a guy from Sacramento
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| He’s waitin' in a limousine
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| To go downtown, show her around
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| The local stations and magazines
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| Promise her the moon, promise her the sun
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| By the time she’s home,
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| Illusions will be gone
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| I look into the sky,
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| Tears in my eyes And my baby fly over the city
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| Smitty — Joe’s, for a drink or two
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| Had a meal, on 7th Avenue
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| Late at night, when i got back home
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| Thats when she called,
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| On the telephone
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| She tell me not to worry,
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| It’ll work out fine She
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| Says we need the money,
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| But in the meantime
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| I look into the sky,
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| Tears in my eyes And my baby fly over the city |