Everything seems to go wrong when I start drinking,
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Everything seemed to go my way last night.
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Everything seems so wrong to me this morning,
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I know things'll be brighter later tonight.
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On Ludlow Street,
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Chinatowns coming on Ludlow Street.
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Porta Ricans are runnin' on Ludlow Street,
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Soon musicians will haunt it,
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On Ludlow Street
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Red Indians once hunted,
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And it's hard... to just move along.
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While I surrendered my ego you fed yours,
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All my fantasies died when you said yours,
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I have dangled my pride to forget yours,
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Will my mind be at ease when I get yours?
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We'll find out, soon enough.
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It started back in 1624,
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The Lenape tribes would soon get forced from their home.
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Soon we'll all get pushed out now, as soon as I get sober.
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I remember why I drank it all away,
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On Ludlow Street.
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Nauseous regrets are calling me on the phone,
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My shoes they seem to be my only home,
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The only thing to last will be my bones,
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Oh tonight you'll hear the animals next door to you moan.
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On Ludlow Street
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Faces are changing on Ludlow Street
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Yuppies invading on Ludlow Street
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Night life is raging on Ludlow Street
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History's fading.
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And it's hard... to just move along.
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While I surrendered my ego, you fed yours.
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All my fantasies died when you said yours.
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I have dangled my pride to forget yours.
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Will my mind be at ease when you get yours?
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We'll find out soon enough.
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While they defended their ego, you fed yours.
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All their fantasies died when you said yours.
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They have dangled their pride to forget yours.
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Will their souls be at ease when you get yours?
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We'll find out soon enough.
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I'll found out soon enough.
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Ludlow St.
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Julian Casablancas |