| It’s a song I wrote for no one and no one’s gonna hear
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| 'Cause I’d sooner die than sing it
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| There ain’t nobody here
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| Followed her from brooklyn, from brooklyn where she ran
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| Breaking hearts, stealing cars, smoking cigarettes
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| Well she’s pretty and she’s skinny and she hasn’t got a clue
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| That I’d be staring at her coffee as the cup begins to cool
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| Seen her on the subway, first time i ever did
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| So I followed her down the street to her apartment
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| And I sat there until morning, just a staring at the door
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| The air is cool but visions of her hair will keep me warm
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| Her hair will keep me warm
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| When she left I snuck across and stuck a note inside her box
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| It read, «My dear you are so lovely and I’d really love to talk.»
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| Then she got home then she read it and said, «My god, what do you mean?»
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| I don’t know, I just go where my heart leads me
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| Where my heart leads me
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| Well I should have known something when she called the police
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| And I should have known something when she asked me to leave
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| But a man just can’t give up on a girl he wants to keep
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| Where my heart leads me
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| Where my heart leads me |