New York is lovely in the wintertime
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All the sidewalks are white as snow
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The buildings, all the people that pass me by
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Oh, the smile on his face says he's in love
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I took the train all the way to Brooklyn Heights
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I remember when you took it there with me
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We sat side by side and held hands for some time
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We saluted the statue of liberty
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And I, I have much farther to go
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Everything is new and so unpredictable
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I should just kick my hands together and go home
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But I'm not sure where that is anymore
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Oh, how I wish I could go back in time
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To the night when I heard my mother cry
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She held me in her arms and we talked for some time
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And I sang a song her mother sang to her
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It was something about paper dolls and what it meant before
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Something about the cross and how her Jesus died for her
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Something about love and how it was worth fighting for
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I wonder, does love like that exist anymore?
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And I, I have much farther to go
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I'm so confused
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I should just kick my hands together and go home
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But I lost my way when I lost you
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Sometimes I cry when it's late at night
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And you're not there to lay next to me
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Morning breaks and the sun warms my face
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How I wish it was you warming me
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Much Farther To Go
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| Rosie Thomas |
