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Room In Brooklyn
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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



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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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