| Give me just a minute
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| I wanna hear the sound for one last time
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| Back to the beginning
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| Empty train to Brooklyn late at night
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| The bar was beckoning us in
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| Like a sidewalk psychic
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| And you told me you were breaking yet again
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| And I think I liked it
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| Could you give me just a minute just a second more
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| Then I will be going if there’s nothing to fight for
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| Bridge out of the city where you wore my ring
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| Somewhere in the middle
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| I’m forgetting the feeling
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| I’ll go back to Massachusetts
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| Find myself a house with a backyard
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| I’ll wonder how you’re doing
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| Reading back a note I stumbled on
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| You signed your name in lower case
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| Like you have since eighteen
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| And you wrote that you and I would never change
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| Then we changed completely
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| Could you give me just a minute just a second more
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| Then I will be going if there’s nothing to fight for
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| Bridge out of the city where you wore my ring
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| Somewhere in the middle
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| I’m forgetting the feeling
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| And I woo-oh
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| And I woo-oh
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| And I woo-oh
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| Give me just a minute just a second more
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| Give me just a minute just a second more
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| There’s nothing to fight for |