It’s a rainy Brooklyn morning
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You’re a phone number
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And six states away
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I dialed and found you home
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Your voice comes back
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Like the day comes back
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From a night of dreams
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You’re getting married
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And you’re crazy about her
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You really miss me
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I know exactly what you mean
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Oh that’s so nice to hear
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You’ve planted
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All your roots down there
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I’m still wandering
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Like the fruit fallen from the tree
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Is she nice to you not like me
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Like the wife she was raised to be
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I remember peeling
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Off your clothes
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To find your body
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A layer of my favorite cake
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I remember blowing
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Mad cash on you
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I was living like I had it
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Loving like we had it too
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I miss those night together
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On your futon on the floor
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And your drives to carolina
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And pink floyd
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Our common core
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And your breath
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Between my shoulders
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And your car
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That took me miles
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Across state lines
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And space and time
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I think I’ll step outside now
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Catch a slice of sunlight
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Through the rain
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I’ll try and feel the sunset
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Hiding in the clouds
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Here your poems
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Still warm me
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When memory drains
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Did I mention that I miss you
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And I love you sometimes
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Not in that famous
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Star-crossed way
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In that love with a limit way
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Isn’t it nice
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I still don’t know
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what you do for money
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Isn’t it nice only your art
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Came up in conversation
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Isn’t that nice
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On a rainy Brooklyn
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Morning I dialed and
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Found you home
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Six States Away
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| Bitch & Animal |
