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somewhere down in new york town
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where lives a friend of mine
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but i haven't seen her face
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for a very long long time
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she tried to tell me that my life was getting harder
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she took me by the hand
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we went walking in the garden
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well it's five past three in the afternoon
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and the sun is burning down
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i've gotta pack my bags
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and get outta this sticking town
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don't try to tell me that my life is getting harder
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when it's seems so easy
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just like walking in the garden
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when the sun goes down and the moon comes up
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and half the world goes dark
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we find ourselves alone
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wandering through central park
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don't try to tell me that my life is getting harder
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lay down beside me
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we'll go walking in the garden
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Walking In The Garden
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| A Flock Of Seagulls |
