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Girl Living in New York City

words & music: ciaran flynn
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Take the L train out of third
Off in Williamsburg
And meet me

On Bedford Avenue
It’s ok if you’re late,
I’ll wait for you

‘cos Brooklyn’s jut like home to me
said a girl living in New York City
In the Manhattan madness
Avoiding the streets that may lay her dreams to rest

A toned cathedral bell,
Just like Suzanne said
From Tom’s Diner

We roamed the campus lawns
Staking out the dawn
‘til a shadow ran around the sundial

‘ye know this place once was home to me
said a girl living in New York City
In the Manhattan madness
Avoiding the streets that may lay her dreams to rest

A street performer, he laughs
And sings straight through the cracks
In own songs

In Washington Sq. Park
watched as she took part
Even sang along

‘ye know this place could be home to me
said a girl living in New York City
In the Manhattan madness
Avoiding the streets that may lay her dreams to rest

So what became of the painting unframed,
That orphaned scene?
Is it still alive in your dreams?
And who’s to blame for the way you played this game
And how you hid
On the other side; on the other side of Brooklyn Bridge.
It’s not home, it’s just the other side; just the other side of Brooklyn Bridge.
 
 

 

 

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