| On the fung wah bus
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| The city makes me cry when I think of us
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| Brooklyn blurs away leave it in the dust
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| Everything has changed
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| No one left to trust
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| Nothing is the same on the fung wah bus
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| The city lights go by like the things we’ve lost
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| Argued on the bridge till the sun came up
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| Now I sit alone on the fung wah bus
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| Time to roll away
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| Oooo, time to roll away
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| Ooooo
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| And I’m sayin' goodbye (x2) to all my friends (x2)
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| And I’m sayin' goodbye (x2), cause all good things end
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| All good things they end
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| On the fung wah bus
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| The city makes me cry when I think of us
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| Brooklyn blurs away leave it in the dust
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| Everything is lame
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| No one left to trust
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| Nothing is the same on the fung wah bus
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| The city lights go by like the things we’ve lost
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| Argued on the bridge till the sun came up
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| Now I sit alone on the fung wah bus
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| Time to roll away
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| Ohhh (x2), time to roll away
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| Oooo (fade out) |