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Somewhere In Brooklyn

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She was covered in leather and gold

Twenty one years old

I lost her in the crowd

It’s unfair, she’s out there

 

Somewhere, somewhere

Somewhere in Brooklyn

She’s somewhere, somewhere

Somewhere in Brooklyn

 

Little Ms. Perfect sitting at the train stop

Red Nike high-tops listening to hip-hop

While we were waiting started conversation

Before I got her name along came a train

 

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Next stop Brooklyn

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Now I’m lookin’

 

She was covered in leather and gold

Twenty one years old

I lost her in the cold

It’s unfair, she’s out there

 

Somewhere, somewhere

Somewhere in Brooklyn

She’s somewhere, somewhere

Somewhere in Brooklyn

 

On the street kickin’ rocks

circling the same block

Green Farm, Flatbush,

checking every corner shop

Tappin’ people’s shoulders

askin’ if they know her

Everyday’s the same back to the train

 

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Next stop Brooklyn

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I’m still lookin’

 

She was covered in leather and gold

Twenty one years old

I lost her in the cold

It’s unfair, she’s out there

 

Somewhere, somewhere

Somewhere in Brooklyn

She’s somewhere, somewhere

Somewhere in Brooklyn

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I wonder if we’ll ever meet again

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I wonder we we’ll ever meet again

 

Yeah, I wonder if we’ll meet again

I hope we do somewhere in Brooklyn

 

 

 

 

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