| You call me, why do you call me
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| And why do I answer, when I know
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| Oh I know you were crying
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| Why are you crying
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| And how can you say that, when you know
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| Oh you know, that you were the sun giving up behind the golden gate
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| Now you’re the bum begging up and down the lower hate
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| Oh you know, that you were the band going out to play one more song
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| Now you’re the giant out on second ‘cause you thought he was gone
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| I call her, why do I call her
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| And why does she answer, when she knows
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| Oh she knows I was laughing
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| Why am I laughing
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| Oh and how can I say that, when I know
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| Oh I know, that I was a fire-escape party over union square
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| Now I’m a cab driver, fucking over every fare
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| Oh I know, that I was a young Dylan, tossing off the perfect verse
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| Now I’m another damn Yankee, can’t toss to first (woo hoo hoo)
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| Lord I can’t toss it to first (woo hoo hoo)
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| Oh I can’t toss it to first
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| Oh we know that we were the band going out to play one more song
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| Now you’re the giant out on second cause you thought he was gone |