I saw her bus come down a little subway street
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She played a gypsy song with a 3/4 beat
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And when I heard her voice
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She gave me vertigo
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She was a Cold War kid, yeah from East Berlin
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She came to New York City and she shed her skin
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And she changed my world
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From mono to stereo
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One day I fell under her spell
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She showed me both heaven and hell
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She made it shine and she made it rain
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Now she's gone, gone, gone, gone
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Gone just like a train
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She smoked a Marlboro Red, she flashed her baby blues
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She had a big black hat and a rose tattoo
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We used to dance in the kitchen
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To transistor radio
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One day I fell under her spell
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She showed me both heaven and hell
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She made it shine, she made it rain
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Now she's gone, gone, gone, gone
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Gone just like a train
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Gone, she's gone, long gone
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Gone, she's gone, long gone
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Alright!
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Well another Friday night out on Bleaker Street
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And there are all kind of girls that I'd like to meet
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But she's on my mind
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From Sunday to Saturday
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Well I still don't know really what went wrong
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You can't get love back baby, once it's gone
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Well I could call her up
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But what's the point anyway
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One day I fell under her spell
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She showed me both heaven and hell
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She made it shine, she made it rain
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Now she's gone, gone, gone, gone
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Gone just like a train
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I've got the radio on
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I've got the radio on
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I've got the radio on
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Gone daddy gone
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Gone daddy gone
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Gone daddy gone
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Gone daddy gone
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Mono To Stereo
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