| It’s been awhile
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| But somewhere in each day I recall
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| That crooked smile
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| Last few years to calculate
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| All the ways I could have changed your fate
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| And my role forever know the toll of still blood
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| One more song
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| One more visit to the cell where I belong
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| A hundred stories hanging on
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| Fifteen songs that hanging from each line
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| Goodnight
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| I recall the last song
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| And I can’t handle Brooklyn anymore
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| But always long for one more sunrise
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| Knowing you are safe at home
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| I picture life but then the vision jumps away
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| Like the touch of death could see my name
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| My cell, forever know the devil in details
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| A wrinkled page, scribbled word
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| A melody gone will never be heard
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| This one’s writing itself
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| God help, what god?
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| One song, my aeroplane
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| Forever over the sea
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| Goodbye
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| I can’t write this sad song long
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| And they won’t share the first line anymore
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| But always long for one more song
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| Tony, we’ll always long for one more song
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| We’ll always long for one more song |