| I have to come and see you
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| Maybe once or twice a year
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| I think nothing would suit me better right now
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| Than some downtown atmosphere
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| In the dance halls and the galleries
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| Or betting in the OTB
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| Synchronized like magic
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| Good friends, you and me
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| The sun goes down in Jersey
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| Rises over Little Italy
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| We could talk it up till the block gets up
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| Swapping stories
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| Sitting around in some all night zoo
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| Watching it run like a movie
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| Synchronized like magic
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| Good friends, you and me
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| No hearts of gold, no nerves of steel
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| No blame for what we can and cannot feel
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| But now it’s cloak and dagger
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| Walk on eggshells and analyze
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| Every particle of difference
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| Gets like mountains in our eyes
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| You say, «You're unscrupulous!»
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| You say, «You're naive!»
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| Synchronized like magic
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| Good friends, you and me
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| No hearts of gold, no nerves of steel
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| No blame for what we can and cannot feel
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| Sometimes change comes at you
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| Like a broadside accident
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| There is chaos to the order
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| Random things you can’t prevent
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| There could be trouble around the corner
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| There could be beauty down the street
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| Synchronized like magic
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| Good friends, you and me
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| No hearts of gold, no nerves of steel
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| No blame for what we can and cannot feel
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| No nerves of steel, no hearts of gold
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| No blame for what we can and can’t control
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| Good friends, you and me
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| Good friends, you and me |