| All of the girls out with their hips a sway
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| But I’m the loneliest man
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| They’re selling incense and sunglasses on Orchard Street
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| Boatloads of bootleg Sean John
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| I’ll dream you up in this vast, dark bed
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| Believe I loved you for each hair upon the back of your neck
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| And I want to kiss you but I can’t
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| Down on the river by the sugar plant
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| Down on the river by the sugar plant
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| Earrings weighing down the lobe and
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| Nose a lovely slope and the mouth turned down
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| Shoulders pale and beautiful and
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| Angle of the throat and your sweet sad stare
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| All of the waves that crash upon the shore
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| Fruitlessly shushing the world
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| I pledge allegiance to my displacement
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| My flag of doubt is unfurled
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| I’ll dream you up on a vast, dark coast
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| Believe I see you walking toward me
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| Arms outstretched like a Ghost
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| And I want to kiss you but I can’t
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| Down on the river by the sugar plant
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| Down on the river by the sugar plant
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| Down on the river by the sugar plant
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| Down on the river by the sugar plant
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| Down on the river by the sugar plant
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| Down on the river by the sugar plant |