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First few horns and the squeak of brakes

Knock on the door and the city wakes

 But you, you're still sleeping

 And you, you're in love

Painting a pretty picture

How I wish, more of this were drew

 But you, you're in London

 And you, you're still in love

Fuck this, imma go out walking

Rent a bike and make a few laps in Central Park in the dark

Love is just a memory

Love along the shadow in my heart, in my heart

This is where you'll stay, while I'm at the Hudson

I'd like to see my name above the door

 It says we, we're still in Brooklyn

 And we, we're never in but you're always welcome

 If you run out of dough you know