Is true love a trip to Chinatown
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Or being held in one's opium gaze
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Under the peach trees
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There I'll sit and wait
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Is true love a long walk through Bryant park
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Or being held in the month of May
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under the peach trees
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There I will be, will be until you come and get me
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Cause I'm so tired of waiting in restaurants
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reading the critics and comics alone
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With a waiter with a face made for currency
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Like a coin in ancient Rome
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And I really do wish you were here next to me
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cause I'm going to see James Dean
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There I will be
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Under the peach trees with him
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Peach Trees
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| Rufus Wainwright |
