| Julian, darling
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| Brooklyn is calling
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| Calling out your name
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| Julian, darling
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| Sirens are singing
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| Begging you to come and play
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| Julian, darling
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| Telephone’s ringing
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| But you won’t listen
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| We all just wanna get through
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| Before the setting moon
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| We all just wanna get through to you
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| Julian, darling
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| The children are quarreling
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| And it’s all over you
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| Out on the doorstep
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| Twenty-one girl scouts selling cookies
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| To that tune
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| Robins and starlings
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| Sing for their darling
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| But you won’t listen
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| We all just wanna get through
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| Before the setting moon
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| We all just wanna get through to you
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| 'Cause all we need is just a compass and a pen
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| Map it out and let the arrows guide you in
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| 'Cause in the end we’re all directionless
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| When North is South and East is West
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| And every step we conquer less
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| When North is South and East is West
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| All we have are the people we call friends
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| Julian, darling
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| Brooklyn is starving
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| Hungry, just like you
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| The houses are winning
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| The table is spinning
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| Strains of «Darling, be home soon»
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| The Hudson is rising
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| Advertising
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| But you won’t listen
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| We all just wanna get through
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| Before the setting moon
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| We all just wanna get through to you
|
| 'Cause all we need is just a compass and a pen
|
| Map it out and let the arrows guide you in
|
| 'Cause in the end we’re all directionless
|
| When North is South and East is West
|
| And every step we conquer less
|
| When North is South and East is West
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| All we have are the people we like best
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| All we have are the people we call friends
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| All we have are the people we like best
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| All we have are the people we call friends
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| All we have are the people we like best |