| Hot night, spanish harlem
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| Full moon, sinking low
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| I was standing at the bottom
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| Of your blue window
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| I come for miles just to hold you
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| It’s been so long, baby, how’ve you been?
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| Do you remember what I told you
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| It’s still the same it was back then
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| It’s still the same it was back then
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| And I hope it all comes easy
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| I hope it all feels right
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| A dozen different candles
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| Light your bed tonight
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| And I hope it’s never over
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| I hope it never ends
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| But when I go I hope that you
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| Will want me back again
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| 'Cause this world, it’s all around us
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| It’s for real, it’s not a game
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| And though hate and greed surrounds us
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| There’s love in my veins
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| So hush now, do no more talking
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| My heart is heavy, it’s a ragged stone
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| All I want is you with me walking
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| Because I can’t walk alone
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| No I can’t walk alone
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| And I hope that when we go
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| They take us someplace good
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| We can all be kids in common neighborhoods
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| And I hope we live together
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| The daughter and the son
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| And I hope they’ll take me in
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| When my work upon this earth is done
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| Well I wish you loved in my arms
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| I wish that you would see
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| How time says love expires
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| Not me, not me
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| Not me, not me
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| Not me |