First few horns and the squeak of brakes
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Knock on the door and the city wakes
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But you, you're still sleeping
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And you, you're in love
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Painting a pretty picture
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How I wish, more of this were drew
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But you, you're in London
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And you, you're still in love
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Fuck this, imma go out walking
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Rent a bike and make a few laps in Central Park in the dark
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Love is just a memory
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Love along the shadow in my heart, in my heart
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This is where you'll stay, while I'm at the Hudson
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I'd like to see my name above the door
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It says we, we're still in Brooklyn
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And we, we're never in but you're always welcome
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If you run out of dough you know
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Central Park
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Mr Hudson |