| Well the lights go down in Brooklyn
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| As she’s walking out the door
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| Oh and they’re lining up like soldiers
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| Going off to fight the war
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| And all the colors look like fireworks
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| In skies she knew before
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| But the nights can’t hide the days
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| That the tears roll down her face
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| And the light hits those eyes
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| As she’s dying to say
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| Just take me away
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| Well l through fog that sits like blankets
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| And that’s drowning out the glow
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| You can hear voices loud
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| And sing out a song nobody knows
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| But to her it sounds like home
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| But the nights can’t hide the days
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| That the tears roll down her face
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| And the light hits those eyes
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| As she’s dying to say
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| Just take me away from all that I am
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| Just take me away from all that I am
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| Well the fog sits like blankets
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| And it smothers the glow
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| Cause the nights can’t hide the days
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| That the tears roll down her face
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| And the light hits those eyes
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| As she’s dying to say
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| That the nights can’t hide the days
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| That the tears roll down her face
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| And the light hits those eyes
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| As she’s dying to say
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| Just take me away from all that I am |