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First few horns and the squeak of brakesKnock on the door and the city wakesBut you, you're still sleepingAnd you, you're in lovePainting a pretty pictureHow I wish, more of this were drewBut you, you're in LondonAnd you, you're still in loveFuck this, imma go out walkingRent a bike and make a few laps in Central Park in the darkLove is just a memoryLove along the shadow in my heart, in my heartThis is where you'll stay, while I'm at the HudsonI'd like to see my name above the doorIt says we, we're still in BrooklynAnd we, we're never in but you're always welcomeIf you run out of dough you know From Letras Mania