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Cause time moves slow here
broken record skips a bit
The latent motion low teir
Too humid for this type of movement
Im only human
But she looks at me
Just like she looking through him, must be lucid
On this vacant alleyway in brooklyn
Quiet, hear the water drop
Cat scampers purrs and hits the puddle with a bellyflop
Man with the saxophone, shrills into the moonlight
Hat stays empty by his feet, hoping for food tonight
The lights on the awning of jazz club on 5th street
The bouncer throws the rabblerousing drunk
onto the concrete
Rich man peers at the bridge from his office
Lights illuminate the small body jumping off it
Corner store is open 24
We'll grab a coffee
Sit And conversate
About the wicked city, always working late
Another normal saturday
A dirty vodka lemonade
I stumble to the turnstile
L train running late
Rowdy group of tourists take a picture by the city map
Hoping that this moment sits forever in this photograph
Camera stolen by a hooded man, they go report it
but this city is enormous
and their problems more important
So I drop her off at flatbush
Hands in pockets, I walk away
Spend some solemn moments as I hail a cab and contemplate,
What a world
What a time
What a day
Nothing left do
But watch the cityscape
Three more days in Brooklyn
Waiting for the sunshine through the buildings
All those dreams you plan on killin'
Trynna make a living
Running on a feeling, only
Three more days in Brooklyn
Trynna catch the sunshine through the buildings
All those dreams you plan on killin'
Trynna make a living
Running on a feeling, only