| Little kids playing in the park downtown.
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| Someone’s dad is watching
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| from the side of the playground.
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| I’m following my shadow so I cross the street.
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| Car passing stereo I like the beat.
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| Open up the door,
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| turning on the fan.
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| Dropping down the keys that I held in my hand,
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| and then start waiting for her steps
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| to be heard in the staircase,
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| enter the room and let down her bag.
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| Asking me all kinds of trivial questions,
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| pretending an everyday life we don’t have.
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| Little kids playing in the park downtown.
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| Soon they’ll be all gone as the sun goes down.
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| Little kids playing in the park downtown.
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| Soon they’ll be all gone as the sun goes down.
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| And rises over, Brooklyn Bridge tomorrow,
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| hours later I will follow,
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| wake up to a life that’s hollow without love |