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Brooklyn

Sun's Sons

They said: Darling
Would you meet me
At midnight?
There's bar down
There in Brooklyn
That I know

Like a calling
They pulled me
To the traintracks

Or d'you wanna spend
The evening on your own?

Through the window
I could see them
At the counter

Empty chest, now
That my heart sinks
To my boots

But it's been walked on either way
Now I'm here, so I should stay
Had Italian at a table for two

They were so pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
So pretty that night

And I was pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty much alright
But not quite

Now we're out here
In their sublet apartment
I feel lucky just to
Lay here with you

But I don't think
I'm demanding way too much when
I say that I would wish
My head would be here too

They were so pretty, pretty pretty
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
So pretty that night

And I was pretty, pretty pretty
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty much alright
But not quite

And then they played me
Their favorite song
And I actually thought
I might be moving on
But I'm not strong enough tonight

They were so pretty, pretty pretty
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
So pretty that night

And I was pretty, pretty pretty
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty much alright
But not quite

Escrita por: Lasse Kuhl