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Room In Brooklyn
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Who sent you flowers
The scent hangs heavy in the air
Who sent you flowers
The scent hangs heavy in the air
One two three four five six seven eight flights to your door
Room in Brooklyn
You got the floor to celling window pane
Tall as your story, tall as they come
One two three four five six seven eight flights to your door
Room in Brooklyn
And it's a long way down you know
And it's the only place left to go
Room in Brooklyn
Room in Brooklyn
Room in Brooklyn
Room in Brooklyn
One flight two flight three flight four, five six seven eight at your door
One flight two flight three flight four, five six seven eight at your door
Room in Brooklyn
Room in Brooklyn
Room in Brooklyn
Room in Brooklyn
Nighthawks
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Anything goes, I suppose
I should've learned my lesson
But the snakeshead still grows
In my garden
Disposable light, cruel as a knife
And empty as our pockets,
What if the world outside was real
Nighthawk what did you do
Nighthawk what did you say
And how can we lower the tone
If I'd cottoned on to that passing cloud
Hitched a ride and burned this town
Will the snakeshead still grow
In my garden
One for the road,
Follow you home
And wake to the dust in your sunbeam
Imagine the world outside is real
Nighthawk what did you do
Nighthawk what did you say
And how can we lower the tone
Nighthawk what did you do
Nighthawk what did you say
And how can we lower the tone
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