| Sweet melodies bring bitter memories
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| Sing in my ear and drown out my heart
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| Who will it be to silence the storms who will it be
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| To bring on the organs the violins the charms
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| Don’t waste no time the streets are on fire
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| Hold out your arms, yes, it’s called desire
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| Getting quite sleepy but you held the door
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| The light from your eyes asks me for more
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| Rolling down hills and climbing up trees
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| Means something to you when you are locked
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| In New York city
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| Come find me there if I’m anywhere
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| I will be in the garden beneath the tree line
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| Make a bee line
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| Don’t waste no time the streets are on fire
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| Hold out your arms, yes, it’s called desire
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| Getting quite sleepy but you held the door
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| The light from your eyes asks me for more |