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She's driving home Sunday morning, with theheat turned up, the windows rolled downto the edge.And yesterday, snowed for the first time.Now no one's on the Willis Avenue Bridge.Used to be a hard merge.Used to be a hard merge.She's thinking back on New York City, the firstboy she kissed, the first boy that she crossed.Now everybody's in their 20s. Look who gotmarried, look who's lost.Used to be a heartbreak.Used to be a heartbreak.And the fall of 100 things,the hint of an opening.Days like this, it's hard to pull over, hard to holdall of the memories in your mind.She tries to readjust the rearview, so no one has toever fall far behind.Used to be much harder.She used to be much harder.Letras de cancionesAnd the fall of 100 things, the hint of an opening.And the fall of 100 things, the hint of an opening.With all the galss in New York City, it shouldbe harder to hide, not so hard to find your wayback home.They can take back all their pity, it's not a one-way ride, nowhere to hold on, no going home,no way to slow down...Yesterday, snowed for the first time.Now no one's on the Willis Avenue Bridge. From Letras Mania