| Sheridan Square, high as a kite
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| Beer in a bag, toasting the night
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| And we dreamed as the Manhattan moon, sunk like a stone
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| Oh but sooner or later
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| You’re gonna have to stand, and walk back home
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| Your gonna have to stand, and walk back home
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| You were good with your hands, good with your heart
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| Good to your friends, that’s a good place to start
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| You say a man’s not a man, if he don’t do it alone
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| Oh but sooner or later
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| You’re gonna have to stand, and walk back home
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| You’re gonna have to stand, and walk back home
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| Now your fading away, like a freeway mirage
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| Are you out in the valley, or in your garage?
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| I know it’s hard, every dog loves his bone
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| Oh but sooner or later
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| You’re gonna have to stand, and walk back home
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| You’re gonna have to stand, and walk back home |