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New York Blues (#32)
by Noah Whiteside
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Early morning rain fall
by my bedside
I keep that record spinning nice and slow
Thinking on the love I had
And the love that I let go
Think of all the people I used to know
Sunshine finds its way into my window
Everyday it's getting hard to hide
And if I eat today
You could say that I'm okay
These things take time just
Like my momma said
And there ain't enough water in the Hudson
To wash away these lonely New York Blues
It takes some time to realize
You've got nothing left to lose
Everybody's walking around and talking
About their new version of paradise
While I wrestle with myself
I've got no trophies on my shelf
Like a boy who's never gotten asked to dance
And there ain't enough water in the Hudson
To wash away these lonely New York Blues
It takes some time to realize
You've got nothing left to lose
Early morning rain fall
by my bedside
Sunshine finds it's way through my window
Thinking on the love I have
And the love that I let go
Think of all the people I used to know
And there ain't enough water in the Hudson
To wash away these lonely New York Blues
It takes some time to realize
You've got nothing left to lose
Early morning rain fall
by my bedside
I keep that record spinning nice and slow
Thinking on the love I had
And the love that I let go
Think of all the people I used to know
Sunshine finds its way into my window
Everyday it's getting hard to hide
And if I eat today
You could say that I'm okay
These things take time just
Like my momma said
And there ain't enough water in the Hudson
To wash away these lonely New York Blues
It takes some time to realize
You've got nothing left to lose
Everybody's walking around and talking
About their new version of paradise
While I wrestle with myself
I've got no trophies on my shelf
Like a boy who's never gotten asked to dance
And there ain't enough water in the Hudson
To wash away these lonely New York Blues
It takes some time to realize
You've got nothing left to lose
Early morning rain fall
by my bedside
Sunshine finds it's way through my window
Thinking on the love I have
And the love that I let go
Think of all the people I used to know
And there ain't enough water in the Hudson
To wash away these lonely New York Blues
It takes some time to realize
You've got nothing left to lose
