| I’m on a plane heading to New York to see my sister
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| I don’t really know what I’m heading for
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| But that’s just like me, to leave my friends behind
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| Holding hands, at least holding hands in my eyes
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| And it’s hard, hard
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| When you don’t know why you’re leaving
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| Yes and it’s so so hard
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| But there’s three thousand miles
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| From Balham to Brooklyn
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| I remember the day that she said to me
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| Take this magic marker and draw yourself a door
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| And through that door you can take yourself to a better place
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| A better place you’ve been longing for
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| Yeah and it’s hard, hard
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| When you don’t know why you’re leaving
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| Yes and it’s so so hard
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| But there’s three thousand miles from Balham to Brookyn
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| All day, all night, you try, you try
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| But you don’t really know where you’re going
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| All day, all night, you try, you try
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| But you don’t really know where you are
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| Oh and it’s hard, hard
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| When you don’t know why you’re leaving
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| Yes and it’s so so hard
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| But there’s three thousand miles
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| From Balham to Brooklyn |