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Leaves and the rain outside.
Taxi in the street.
you my keys, told you I'd try
But we both knew didn't we?
I my way to JFK in world record time,
I would miss the flight.

You and I fighting sleep.
Beautiful wasted promises we to keep,
At least we said goodbye.
Sometimes you're mine
Between the lines of the Sunday New Times.

You the saint, I was the liar,
At that's how I remember it.
Left all our dreams, all our
On the of your apartment.
The Brooklyn bridge, your skin
in black and white.
I miss how love could be.

When you and I were sleep.
Beautiful wasted we promised to keep,
At least 'til we goodbye.
you're still mine
Between the of the Sunday New York Times

wild down St. Marks,
Raw and breathless in arms.
Jumping to the park,
When the was ours.

When you and I were sleep.
Under the promises we promised to keep,
At least we said goodbye.
Sometimes you're still
Between the lines of the New York Times