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Remember we sat in the cold, no money in Montreal |
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Underneath that waterfall, nobody else ever saw |
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I packed up everything except those memories |
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That only I can see, and can't get rid of |
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I still remember the first, your body hit every nerve |
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Used to wake up in my shirt, that's the one I had to burn |
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Trying not to stare, but you are everywhere |
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You're everywhere that I've ever known |
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You feel like Brooklyn in the summer |
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Been hiding, half awake for so long |
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Gotta forget that feeling, give into something real |
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I've got, I've gotta let you go |
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Gotta let you go |
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This morning I walked to the train, just like you did every day |
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Everyone else is the same, I wonder if you're the same |
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And do you lay your head in someone else's bed |
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To help you bury it? Just like you always did |
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And now you're in all of my words, only way I can return |
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Memories fade in reverse, but you will always be heard |
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Wherever I can sing, you'll be right there with me |
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In ghosts and melodies that only I can see |
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You feel like Brooklyn in the summer |
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Been hiding, half awake for so long |
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And it's the subtleties only that that, you've ever seen |
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Bringing the mess of me back together |
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You feel like Brooklyn in the summer |
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Been stumbling, half awake for so long |
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Gotta forget that feeling, give into something real |
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I've got, I've gotta let you go |
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But maybe I'm not really ready to give up you |
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'Cause nobody ever mattered to me like you do |
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'Cause you're so appealing, I caught that feeling |
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And touch the ceiling, ooh |
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I wish I could describe it but words just ain't enough |
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And nothing that I could say would ever measure up |
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But what I can't stand is you're outta my hands |
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And I'm outta your plans, ooh |
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You feel like Brooklyn in the summer |
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Been hiding, half awake for so long |
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And it's the subtleties only that that, you've ever seen |
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Bringing the mess of me back together |
| [02:49.95] |
You feel like Brooklyn in the summer |
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Been stumbling, half awake for so long |
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Gotta forget that feeling, give into something real |
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I've got, I've gotta let you go |
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Been stumbling, half awake for so long |