| I jumped in a yellow cab
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| Told the new work, sat back
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| Grab my pen and pack
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| You… you walked down seventh ave
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| Every bone I hide in me
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| Felt like heading back
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| Since I saw you walk away
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| Since I saw you walk away
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| Since I saw you
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| Since I saw you
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| Since I saw you walk away
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| I’ve been thinking, thinking of you
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| Wishing that I could’ve stayed
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| And I can see your house from the plane
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| As I flew over head on my way back home
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| Had a vision of you sleeping there
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| With the curtains drawn and a turned off phone
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| I wish that I could stay a little longer
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| But I guess that’s how we do
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| Say what up to the boys in Chicago
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| Send my love to the Mali crew
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| I’ll be back for the next full moon
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| Right now I’ll work till dawn
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| Ripping up some fresh new tunes
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| In the stu' with the curtains drawn
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| But when the music dies down
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| Everything around me fades to black
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| And all I see is that image of you
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| With the smile on your face as you wave to the cab
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| Since I saw you
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| Since I saw you
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| Since I saw you walk away
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| I’ve been thinking, thinking of you
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| Wishing that I could’ve stayed
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| I sit in this faded light
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| I’ve been working to get by
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| Grinding day and night
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| Still my mind is in that yellow cab
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| Watching as you disappear
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| Down seventh ave
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| Since I saw you walk away
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| Since I saw you walk away |