| Packed a book bag
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| Socks and sneakers, and dress shoes just in case
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| Sky bound for my home town
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| To the north shore on a Sunday
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| Gave a kiss to my lady friend
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| She’s a sweet talk and a sweet taste
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| Gave thanks for my family
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| Thanks to my friends, I’m getting shit-faced
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| Oh well
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| This Long Island, it’s a desolate place
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| A far cry from my first love, Michigan
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| My sweet talk and my sweet taste
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| A long way from the long lost dreams
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| Left broken on a California freeway
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| This Brooklyn
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| Oh, Brooklyn…
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| You make Detroit feel so far away
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| And I’ve only
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| Known you a day
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| I haven’t even known you a day
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| True like New York, but you lie like L. A
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| And I’ve only
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| Known you a day
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| I haven’t even known you a day
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| Hopped a south-bound train
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| From Bleecker to the Park Slope real estate
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| Looked around for a sit-down brunch
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| With all-you-can-eat poundcake
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| Found a few, maybe six or seven
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| Free coffee and free champagne
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| I hadn’t seen such a free time living
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| Since my sixteenth birthday
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| Oh well
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| This Long Island, it’s a desolate place
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| A far cry from my first love, Michigan
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| My sweet talk and my sweet taste
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| A long way from the long lost dreams
|
| Left broken on a California freeway
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| This Brooklyn
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| Oh, Brooklyn…
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| You make Detroit feel so far away
|
| And I’ve only
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| Known you a day
|
| I haven’t even known you a day
|
| True like New York, but you lie like L. A
|
| And I’ve only
|
| Known you a day
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| I haven’t even known you a day
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| You make Detroit feel so far away
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| And I’ve only
|
| Known you a day
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| I haven’t even known you a day
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| True like New York, but you lie like L. A
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| And I’ve only
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| Known you a day
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| I haven’t even known you a day
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| Known you a day
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| I’ve only known you a day
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| Known you a day
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| Oh, I’ve only known you a day
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| Known you a day
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| Known you a day yeah |