Down on Bowery they lose their
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ball-eyes and their lip-mouths in the night,
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and stumbling through the streets they say,
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"Sir, do you have a light?"
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And if you do then you're my friend,
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And if you don't then you're my foe,
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And if you are a deity of any sort
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then please don't go.
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Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere
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Ne Me Quitte Pas
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Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere
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Ne Me Quitte Pas
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And down on Lexington they're wearing
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new shoes stuck to aging feet,
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And close you're eyes and open,
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And you'll recognize the aging street,
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And think about how things were right
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When they were young and veins were tight
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And if you are the ghost of Christmas Past
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then wont you stay the night?
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Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere
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Ne Me Quitte Pas
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Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere
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Ne Me Quitte Pas
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Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere
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Ne Me Quitte Pas
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Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere
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Ne Me Quitte Pas
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Down in Bronxy-Bronx the kids go
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sledding down snow-covered slopes
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And frozen noses, frozen toes
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The frozen city starts to glow
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And yes, they know that it'll melt
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And yes, the know New York will thaw
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But if you are a friend of any sort
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then play along and catch a cold!
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Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere
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Ne Me Quitte Pas
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Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere
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Ne Me Quitte Pas
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Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere
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Ne Me Quitte Pas
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Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere
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Ne Me Quitte Pas
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I love Paris in the rain.
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I love, I love, in the rain...
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Don't Leave Me (Ne Me Quitte Pas)
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Regina Spektor |