| I saw her bus come down a little subway street
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| She played a gypsy song with a three four beat
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| And when I heard her voice
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| She gave me vertigo
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| She was a Cold War kid, yeah, from East Berlin
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| She came to New York City and she shed her skin
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| And she changed my world
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| From mono to stereo
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| One day I fell under her spell
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| She showed me both heaven and hell
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| She made it shine, she made it rain
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| Now she’s gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Gone just like a train
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| She smoked a Marlboro Red
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| She flashed her baby blues
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| She had a big black hat and a rose tattoo
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| We used to dance in the kitchen
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| To transistor radio
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| One day I fell under her spell
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| She showed me both heaven and hell
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| She made it shine, she made it rain
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| Now she’s gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Gone just like a train
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| Gone, she’s gone, long gone
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| Gone, she’s gone, long gone
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| Alright
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| Another Friday night out on Bleaker Street
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| And there are all kind of girls that I’d like to meet
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| But she’s on my mind
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| From Sunday to Saturday
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| Well, I still don’t know really what went wrong
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| You can’t get love back baby, once it’s gone
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| Well, I could call her up
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| But what’s the point anyway?
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| One day I fell under her spell
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| She showed me both heaven and hell
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| She made it shine, she made it rain
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| Now she’s gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Gone just like a train
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| I’ve got the radio on
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| I’ve got the radio on
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| I’ve got the radio on
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| Gone daddy gone
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| Gone daddy gone
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| Gone daddy gone
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| Gone daddy gone |