| You’re where all the poets go
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| You’re where all the ashes blow
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| You’re the kind of maker that makes the whole world come true
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| My baby she’s inside me now
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| I made her a place to settle down
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| It’s close to my heart
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| She likes the sound
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| Its twenty minutes out of town
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| Shoreline water breaking fast
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| In New York city, low on cash
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| Another week and you’ll be back
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| And you’ll be saying home at last
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| But don’t act broken
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| Even when you’re broken
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| Its just one of those things
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| Thank god you’re timeless
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| Cause my watch got stolen
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| It’s the good stuff that you bring
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| Don’t be crushed
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| This city will always bug you baby
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| I know for me it does the same
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| It’s pretty I suppose from inside a plane
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| That’s heading for another place
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| So wave and blow me one more kiss
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| You’re a dead-eye baby
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| You never miss
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| There’s not much else as sweet as this
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| I waved so hard I broke my wrist
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| But don’t act broken
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| Even when you’re broken
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| Its just one of those things
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| Thank god you’re timeless
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| Cause my watch got stolen
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| It’s the good stuff that you bring
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| Don’t be crushed
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| Don’t be crushed |