| Somewhere in between the beginning and the end
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| September took the tourists and settled in for good
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| We could hear the trains again
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| Brooklyn girls in scarves
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| Summer left and no one said a word
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| And we’d open your window and stay in your bed
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| All day 'til the streetlights came on
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| What happened to bulletproof weeks in your arms
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| What happened to feeling cheap radio songs
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| What happened to thinking that the world was flat
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| What happened to that
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| So up on 59th st. |
| right before the rains
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| Lovers catching taxis going downtown
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| I’m talking to what’s left of you
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| I’m watching what i say
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| Counting all the freckles on your perfect face
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| You open your window, i sit on your bed
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| Just waiting for right words to come
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| So, what happened to bulletproof weeks in your arms
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| What happened to feeling cheap radio songs
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| What happened to thinking that the world was flat
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| What happened to that
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| Was i wrong? |
| (x2)
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| So, what happened to bulletproof weeks in your arms
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| What happened to feeling cheap radio songs
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| What happened to thinking that the world was flat
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| What happened to that |