Gregory Alan Isakov – Fire Escape (Guitar)

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new york now was nothing but an ice-capade

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a cigarette, a fire-escape

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walked this line,

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with dust in our pockets for the bedford station line to take us

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crazy

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the drunkard playing the casio

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we're quiet

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everytime we start starin' up

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and hear

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all the loneliest crickets play their violins

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aw what a shame

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a subway ride was never meant to last.