| Come on, now you’re killing me
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| Come on, how you leaving?
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| You gotta live where the sound was born
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| The sound that never sleeps
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| Where it’ll shine, please stay with me
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| Ride the tracks of the train out of New York City
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| Won’t you? |
| Won’t you? |
| Won’t you?
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| (Listen to my noise)
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| This is where I live
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| Where the rich play dead
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| They don’t wanna be found, watch you from the crow’s nest
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| Draw a line between the need more and homeless
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| So we make our own fun, doing the lockjaw laugh
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| It’s not the promised land, it’s where I come from
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| So I tell myself not to ever forget
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| This is where I live
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| I’d never trade you for the west
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| Come on, now you’re killing me
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| Come on, how you leaving?
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| You gotta live where the sound was born
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| The sound that never sleeps
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| Where it’ll shine, please stay with me
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| Ride the tracks of the train out of New York City
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| Won’t you? |
| Won’t you? |
| Won’t you?
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| I heard you’re moving out west with a new flame
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| Heard the sun never shines, every day’s the same
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| That should have lit you up like a cheap cigar
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| Why the long face, you came a long way just to play a part
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| Nevermind, I want another nor’easter
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| We need the bitter just to make the sugar sweeter
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| Listen to my noise, knife to both speakers
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| Sever all ties, wipe the shit off of your sneakers
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| 'Cause this is where I live
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| I’d never trade you for the west
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| Come on, now you’re killing me
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| Come on, how you leaving?
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| You gotta live where the sound was born
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| The sound that never sleeps
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| Where it’ll shine, please stay with me
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| Ride the tracks of the train out of New York City
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| Won’t you?
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| Can you hear it? |
| Can you hear it?
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| Can you hear it? |
| Can you hear it, no?
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| I’ll be there at the wake and the funeral
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| I will help to carry you the whole way to the burial
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| The empty stares, coffers, and conversations ahead of you
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| Belly aches, nothing to satisfy the void in you
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| When the bell rings, in creeps the sensation
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| Loss of patience, at the station, east — west, split the nation
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| Now I don’t need a handshake, blessings, or better wishes
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| If you trade me for the west, I choose to burn my bridges
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| Come on, now you’re killing me
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| Come on, how you leaving?
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| You gotta live where the sound was born
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| The sound that never sleeps
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| Where it’ll shine, please stay with me
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| Ride the tracks of the train out of New York City
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| Won’t you?
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| Can you hear it? |
| Can you hear it?
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| Can you hear it? |
| Can you hear it, no?
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| (Listen to my noise, to my noise) |