Tono: D
Introducción:
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'Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology,'
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She said as she stood on my instep,
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'I could show you New York with a walk between
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Fourth Street and Nine.'
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Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas
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She sat down to play on a doorstep saying
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'Come back to my place I will show you the stars
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and the signs'.
Pre-Chorus:1
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So I followed her into the black lands
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Where the window frames peel and flake
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And the old Jewish face behind the lace
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Even now trying to get to see what's cooking
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Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid
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thinking there's no-one look i ng.
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And its eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees
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in Brooklyn.
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Her house was a dusty collection of rusty
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Confusion with landings and tunnels
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And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and
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things
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Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan
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Mohicans
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And Jewish-Italian Pawnbrokers
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Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the
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wings
Pre-Chorus:2
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While outside in the black lands
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The violent day runs wild
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And the black and white minstrelsrun through the crazy alleys
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While the cops go booking
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And ruthless toothless agents sneak around and
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there's no-one look i ng
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And it's eighty degrees and I'm down on my
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knees in Brooklyn.
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And oh, I'm back in the city again.
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You can tell by the smell of the hamburger stand
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in the rain....
Verse: 3
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She spoke of astrology while muttering apologies
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For coffee that tasted of hot dogs
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I said 'That's OK, mine was cold anyway, and
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just grand'
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Then she lay on the bed while the radio fed us with
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Records and adverts for cat food
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And I looked at her, holding my thoughts in the
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palm of my hand
Pre-Chorus:3
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And outside in the black lands
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The evening came and went
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And the bums in the street begging money for one
last drink
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Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get
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a foot in
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And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a
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mattress with the new moon look i ng.
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And in the cool evening breeze I was down on my
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knees in Brooklyn.....