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Sunday New York Times

de Matt Nathanson

Leaves and the rain falling outside
Taxi waited in the street
Gave you my keys, told you I'd try...
But we both knew better didn't we?
I made my way to jfk in world record time
Hoping I would miss the flight

You and I were fighting sleep
Beautiful wasted, promises we promised to keep
At least 'til we said goodbye
Sometimes you're still mine between the lines
Of the sunday new york times

You were the saint, I was the liar
At least that's how I remember it
Left all our dreams, all our desires
On the steps of your apartment
The brooklyn bridge, your olive skin
Framed in black and white, I miss how simple love could be

When you and I were fighting sleep
Beautiful wasted, promises we promised to keep
At least 'til we said goodbye
Sometimes you're still mine between the lines
Of the sunday new york times

Running wild down st. Marks
Raw and breathless in your arms
Jumping trains to the park
When the world was ours

You and I were fighting sleep
Under the blankets promises we promised to keep
At least 'til we said goodbye
Sometimes you're still mine between the lines
Of the sunday new york times

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