| For six weeks straight
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| I’ve been staying up too late
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| Looked on the pieces page by page
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| Nothing learned, nothing gained
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| There’s been nowhere to go
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| Threats on the city and the bridges are closed
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| Yesterday fell four foot of snow
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| From (?) black sky brought a bright white glow
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| But I’ve been thinking of going west
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| Just to climb up as high as I can get
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| Press my souls to paths great men settin'
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| Push me right out over the edge
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| Cause I know inside I’ll find my way back to the city sometime
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| Feel the ground shake as the train goes by
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| Not a star in the sky
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| My baby she just called and said
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| The midtown tunnel’s opened
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| So let’s ride
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| And I said darling I just don’t feel much like going to Brooklyn tonight
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| I should try to breathe
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| Lay me down and try to sleep
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| Count each time my heart skips a beat
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| Not a light in the house but what comes in from the street |