I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
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you were talking so brave and so sweet,
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giving me head on the unmade bed,
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while the limousines wait in the street.
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Those were the reasons and that was New York,
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we were running for the money and the flesh.
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And that was called love for the workers in song
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probably still is for those of them left.
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Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
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you just turned your back on the crowd,
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you got away, I never once heard you say,
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I need you, I don't need you,
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I need you, I don't need you
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and all of that jiving around.
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I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
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you were famous, your heart was a legend.
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You told me again you preferred handsome men
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but for me you would make an exception.
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And clenching your fist for the ones like us
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who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
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you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
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we are ugly but we have the music."
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And then you got away, didn't you babe...
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I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
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I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
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I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
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that's all, I don't even think of you that often.
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Chelsea Hotel No. 2
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Leonard Cohen |