I can't remember
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what I planned tomorrow
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I can't remember
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when it's time to go
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When I look in the mirror
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Tracing lines with a pencil
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I remember what came before
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I wanted to think there was
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endless love
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Until I saw the light
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dim in your eyes
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In the dead of the night
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I found out
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Sometimes there's love won't survive
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New York City
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Such a beautiful disease
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New York City
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Such a beautiful
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Such a beautiful disease
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Laura kept all her disappointments
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Locked up in a box behind her
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closet door
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She pulled the blinds
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and listened to the thunder
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With no way out
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from the family store
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We all told her things
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could get better
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When you just say goodbye
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I'll lay awake one more night
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Caught in a vision I want to deny
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And did I mention
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the note that I found
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Taped to my locked front door
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It talked about no regrets
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As it slipped from my hand
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to the scuffed tile floor
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I rode the train for hours on end
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And watched the people pass me by
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It could be that it has no end
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Just an action junkie's lullaby
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New York City
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Such a beautiful disease
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New York City
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Such a beautiful
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Such a beautiful disease
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We were full of the stuff
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that every dream rested
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As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky
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Caught up in the whole illusion
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That dreams never pass us by
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Came to a tattoed conclusion
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That the big one was knocking
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on the door
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What started as a mass delusion
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Would take me far from the
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place I adore
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New York City
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Such a beautiful disease
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New York City
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You are my beautiful
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Such a beautiful disease
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New York City
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| Norah Jones, The Peter Malick Group |
