| On my bed we lived alone
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| Under my sheets you’d hide and I just lie there
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| Waiting on you to come back
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| 'Cause you made a big black hole to bathe in through the night
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| With me at your side
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| We’ve all got some place to crawl
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| But you, you made it your bed
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| You made it and made me lie in it
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| Like we were already dead and done and gone, and dead and done
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| In New York City we must lie
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| Bury us between Berry & Whythe
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| 'Cause in New York City we must stay now
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| Laid to rest between Berry & Whythe
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| I would have stayed if you’d asked
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| If you had wanted me to
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| But I’m at my best with an ocean between me and you
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| Still I’d be glad if you stayed
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| Quite close to the shore with a flaming torch so I can see you
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| From my boat, 'cause I’m coming in
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| To bury us in the land and the life that I left
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| 'Cause in New York City we must lie
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| Bury us between Berry & Whythe
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| 'Cause in New York City we must stay now
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| Laid to rest between Berry & Whythe |