I found a letter in the mailbox today,
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It said thank you for your thoughts but I'm done,
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You said that I would never build this up right here,
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And I said that's why I can't work with you son,
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Well I can't let this go,
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I'm on my way,
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But you can only hold my diamond ring,
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I keep crawling back to the woman I love,
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She's already taken everything.
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I'm going to Coney Island have myself a dog,
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Reminisce why I still hate it here,
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It's all these people with their cotton candy eyes,
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It's so sweet now put your train in gear,
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I can't let this go,
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I'm on my way,
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But you can only hold my diamond ring,
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I keep crawling back to the woman I love,
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She's already taken everything.
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The ground is swallowing my options for release,
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And if it rains we might just disappear,
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I counted oh so many friends up there today,
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I'm thinking that's why I still love it here,
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I'm thinking that's why I still love it here,
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Well I can't let this go,
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I'm on my way,
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But you can only hold my diamond ring,
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I keep crawling back to the city I love,
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Cause it's already taken everything,
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Well I can't let this go,
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I'm on my way,
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Cause you can only hold my diamond ring,
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I keep crawling back to the woman I love,
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She's already taken everything.
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Coney Island
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Anthony Green |