| If You Need Me Back In Brooklyn |
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| A song |
| Is coursing through my blood |
| Like a piece of me that I can’t touch |
| Let it out |
| Spill it on the page |
| On the ground where I have met my fate |
| Many times |
| I have been afraid |
| A result |
| Of questioning my age |
| Let it out |
| Spill it on the floor |
| What I was |
| Doesn’t matter anymore |
| And in this life we’re getting nothing done |
| To someone somewhere we have just begun |
| But I refuse to live like that |
| If you need me back in Brooklyn, I will come |
| Oh I will run |
