| Vega Suzanne
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| Suzanne Vega
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| Neighborhood Girl
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| Suzanne Vega
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| «We had our
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| Neighborhood girl, she
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| Used to hang out, in front of
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| McKinsey’s Bar, and we were
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| Interested in her, and her
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| Clientele…
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| We just wonder where she’s gone…»
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| «Oh she’s gone?»
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| «Yes, she’s gone, gone, gone.»
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| «I think you know your
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| Neighborhood girl, she
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| Lives on my street, now, with
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| Eyes of ice
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| I’ve seen her in the morning, when she is
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| Walking in the sun
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| And I always thought that she
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| Looked kind of nice
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| She spoke to me once
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| At a party, I think
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| And I thought at the time
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| That she had had too much to drink, because she
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| Said to me, `There's a backbone gone
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| And I’ve got to get it back
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| Before going on…'
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| And your neighborhood girl
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| Seems to have resigned
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| She was looking out at people
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| From the back of her mind
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| And before she went off
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| She spoke to me again
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| She came up and said
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| `You have the eyes of a friend
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| And there’s a razor’s edge
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| That I have lost somewhere
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| And I would like it back
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| So if you’ve seen it anywhere…
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| I’ve been out for a while
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| But I’ll be back in a bit
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| I am just walking through the smoke
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| Finding out if this is it
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| Because I’ve got this feeling
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| That things are going grey
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| And I’d like to hear a straight line
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| To help me find my way…'
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| I looked at her
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| And I did not know waht to say
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| She had long black hair.»
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| «Must be a different
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| Neighborhood girl, cause
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| Ours had blonde hair, in front of
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| McKinsey’s Bar
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| And we were interested in her
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| And her
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| Clientele…
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| We just wonder where she’s gone…»
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| «Oh she’s gone?»
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| «Yes, she’s gone, gone, gone.» |