| I’m goin' back to New York City
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| I just can’t wait no more for you
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| I got so lonely, sold what you gave me
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| 'Cept that raincoat, a famous blue
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| And I don’t need time to think about it
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| I don’t let reminders get me down like before
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| But you know I used to know you
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| Back when local bars and broken hearts were home
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| And we were open all night long
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| Maybe I’ll go out Chicago
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| Ain’t that where the blues belong?
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| I heard you came by, shook up by the radio
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| Somethin' about the topback, wayfarers on
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| But I don’t need time to think about it
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| I don’t let reminders get me down like before
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| But you know I used to know you
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| Back when local bars and broken hearts were home
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| And we were open all night long
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| And all this must’ve been comin' a long, long time
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| 29 years of nerves on fire
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| Nobody came and nobody saw
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| Made a wreck of myself with the headlights on
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| Worked these hands straight down the bone
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| Carried the weight until the weight took over
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| Ended up standing at a fork in the road with you
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| But I don’t need time to think about it
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| I don’t let reminders get me down like before
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| But you know I used to know you
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| Back when local bars and your crooked heart was my home, mmhmm…
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| And I will never know the town where you finally settled down
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| With the top back on a Cadillac and your sunglasses on
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| And you can’t make me whole, I have to find that on my own
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| But I held you, babe, a long, long time ago
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| And we were open all night long |