The cool is dead, baby
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Go on and sleep
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Rest your weary head and love a better me
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And in the morning
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We'll start over again
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That's how they do it up on the screen
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So me and my baby
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We would dance all night
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But I don't know the steps
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In my baby's time
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To do it like they do it
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For the girls uptown
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I hear they light them up like the blues
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So I'm waiting, so I'm waiting
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And she's waiting, and she's waiting
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For us to remember
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Was I good to you, the wife of my youth
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No other soul could love you
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Like my rotten bones do
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So I will wait on the edges in between
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These New York streets
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Where you and I would meet
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For twenty nine years
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We loved that line
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And I would take it easy
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If I had your mind
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But I'm a cannonball to a house on fire
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And you're slow like Motown soul
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So what man wouldn't love her
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With that long black hair
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If I cut you up
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Maybe I came to bear
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To bandage your wounds
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With the salt on my tongue
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And I'm the only one not here
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So I'm waiting, so I'm waiting
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And she's waiting, and she's waiting
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For us to remember
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So was I good to you, the wife of my youth
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No other soul could love you
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Like my rotten bones do
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So I will wait on the edges in between
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These New York streets
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Where you and I would meet
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And only I can heal your wounds
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Only I can heal your wounds
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When you can't go on
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When you can't go on
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When you can't go on
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When you know, hold on
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So was I good to you, the wife of my youth
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No other sould could love you
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Like my
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So was I good to you, the wife of my youth
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No other soul could love you
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Like my rotten bones do
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So I will wait on the edges in between
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And I will wait on the edges in between
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And I will wait on the edges in between
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These New York streets
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On all these New York streets
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Where you and I would meet
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The Spirit Of Jazz
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| The Gaslight Anthem |
