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New York (Saint in the City)
She says, "You can't stay a saintThat long in the city"You laugh at the thoughtOn the the elevator downYou're just a phone call awayYou're placing a big blind betOn the underdogAnd though it's a stretchYou believe when you're against the oddsAnd on your feetWith you at your bestAnd promises keptShe'd rather stay here with youOn the laziest afternoons with youLost in Pacific TimeWith the sound of a dial toneLet the memories count the milesAnd never be forgottenYou woke to the screechOf the wheels on a runwayAn ocean of praise on a stageThe songs of your loveLetras de cancionesFall to your kneesWith you at your bestThis is all you've got leftShe'd rather stay here with youOn the laziest afternoons with youLost in Pacific TimeWith the sound of a dial toneLet the memories count the milesAnd never be forgottenWhen hearts hang on the lineAnd all that you fear has happenedLet the memories count the milesAnd never be forgottenWas it something that you saidSomething that you didTo make you leave her here alone?Was it something that you saidSomething that you didTo make her leave you here?Don't leave me here aloneLost in Pacific TimeWith the sound of a dial toneLet the memories count the milesAnd never be forgottenWhen hearts hang on the lineAnd all that you fear has happenedLet the memories count the milesAnd never be forgotten
From Letras Mania