| i found a letter in the mail box today
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| and i said, thank you for your thoughts, but i’m done
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| i said that i would never build this up right here
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| and he said, that’s why i can’t work with you, son
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| but i can’t let this go, i’m on my way
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| and you can only hold my diamond ring
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| i go crawling back to the city i love
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| 'cause it’s already taken everything
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| i’m going to coney island to have myself a dog
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| and reminisce why i still hate it here
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| it’s all these people with their cotton candy eyes
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| it’s so sweet
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| now put the train in gear
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| i can’t let this go, i’m on my way
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| and you can only hold my diamond ring
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| i go crawling back to the city i love
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| 'cause it’s already taken everything
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| the ground is swallowing my options for release
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| and if it rains they might just disappear
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| i counted twenty seven birds up there today
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| i’m thinking that’s why i still love it here
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| but i can’t let this go i’m on my way
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| and you can only hold my diamond ring
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| i go crawling back to the city i love
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| 'cause it’s already taken everything
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| 'cause it’s already taken everything |