There's so much on my mind
And there's so much more
Mazy checks her cell phone for the 32nd time
Slips into
It was high July, another summer on the boardwalk
His skin
Her name was Juliette
Some girl that I just met
For dinner
Who's that face on today?s front page
Sticking to my shoe
Empty
Like April snow blowin? around in Gramercy Park
The two of
The trees on Golden Avenue were green as Irish morning
We
I'm thinking about you
And I remember everything, all of us
I
Just like Philadelphia
Freedom means a lot to me
In between the
What are we supposed to do?
After all that we've been
Ah well, he had nothing to lose, it was time
Ringing phone wakes you up, pulling you away
I forgot the
Time can fly, and days go by
It speeds, we can't
Standing by the bedroom door
Leaning on the wall
Watching how you
There?s no more to drink
But it doesn?t really matter
?Cause one
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