| It’s 93 on a busy street
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| We moved our feet through the rising steam
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| Like a post card scene
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| When we went rolling in Brooklyn
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| Where the boys don’t shave
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| Everyone has a mixtape
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| Making bedroom beats on their MPC
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| We came across the sea
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| When we went rolling in Brooklyn
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| Ooh I haven’t painted my nails
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| Now you know that I’m foreign
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| Foreign
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| Soon I’ll set up my sails
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| And return to the other side of the road
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| But
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| It’s been fun to pretend
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| You’re still my baby Big Ben
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| 11:43 and it’s New Year’s Eve
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| My
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| Don’t know where to be
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| And the line runs all the way around the Hudson
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| (Bridge)
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| And this is the moment
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| That we had to own it
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| It’s all in slow motion
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| We
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| It’s up with our coast
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| And we don’t stop walking
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| Behind the rope
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| Everyone’s watching
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| (Pre-Chorus)
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| I say I’m friend with the DJ
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| And right now she needs me
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| Then the bouncer believes me
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| It’s almost too easy here yeah
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| NYC you’ve got that energy
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| Like a go all night boyfriend
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| But
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| Ooh I haven’t painted my nails
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| Now you know that I’m foreign
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| Foreign
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| Soon I’ll set up my sails
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| And return to the other side of the road
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| To a charming gentleman
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| You’re my everything
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| Where all iconic bands began
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| You’re still my baby Big Ben |