Walking along the streets of New York with a bag full of old memories
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But I'll follow you.
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And I always thought that home was up the stairs to space 11B
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But time can change things too.
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Red, yellow, red, green
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Traffic in the city, reflects light in your eyes.
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Hands touch, eyes meet, I remember perfectly the night we fell in love.
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Everywhere we go is home baby home, home is you're with me
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Everything we touch is love, baby love, love is all we need
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Is all we need, is all we need.
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I don't need a roof over my head while I've got your hands
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To shade the sun away from my face
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I don't need a space to call my own, to scatter records on my floor,
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You're my secret place.
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Red, yellow, red, green
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Traffic on a side street, the corner where we met
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Lips touch, you breathe, right into the soul of me, I haven't come down yet
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You're all I'll ever need,
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You're all I'll ever need
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Homeless
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| Dia Frampton |
