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New York tendaberry, blue berry |
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A rush on rum of brush and drum |
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And the past is a blue note inside me |
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So I ran away in the morning |
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New York tendaberry, blue berry |
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Rugs and drapes and drugs and capes |
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Sweet kids in hunger slums |
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Firecrackers break, and they cross |
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And they dust, and they skate |
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And the night comes |
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I ran away in the morning |
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Now I'm back, unpacked |
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Sidewalk and pigeon |
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You look like a city |
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But you feel like a religion to me |
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New York tendabery; true berry |
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I lost my eyes in east wind skies |
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Here where I've cried, where I've tried |
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Where God and the tendaberry rise |
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Where Quakers and revolutionaries |
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Join for life for precious years |
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Join for life for precious years |
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Join for life through silver tears |
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New York tendaberry |
