I don¡¯t believe the things I say
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About us when I¡¯m drunk
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And distance leaves a bitter taste
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When you¡¯re gone, when you¡¯re gone
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In New York
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I walk the line of great unknowns
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But I never questioned us
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And I¡¯d go back to where we last met
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And tell you so, tell you so
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In New York
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New York
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| The Boxer Rebellion |
