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last night i dreamt that i was you 
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i was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude 
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such a pose i could simply not hold 
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through days in a northern town that i had once called a home 
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and your studies of fringe new york streets 
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i was reading the pavement in every word you would speak 
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to a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on 
 
----chorus---- 
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trust fund hipsters all casing the room 
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chock full of amphetamines, the overturned kick drum boom 
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set the pace with incomparable cool 
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and if the tempo was lousy it was lost on all but you 
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and your studies of fringe new york streets 
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i was reading the pavement in every word you would speak 
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to a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on