First Snow On Brooklyn

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   I flew in on the evening plane
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   Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
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   And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
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   And taste the winter of another life

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   A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round
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   I didn't mind... gave me thinking time before I ran aground
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   On rocky memories and choking tears
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   I believe it only rained round here these thirty years

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   Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming
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   You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame
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   And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour
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   To place upon your pillow as the morning came?

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   Thin wind stings my face... pull collar up
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   I could murder coffee in a grande cup
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   No welcome deli; there's no Starbucks here
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   A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear

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   And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas card upon the pavement
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   The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it's gone
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   And the snow covers my footprints, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats
Am                            Em                      D
   When you wake you'll never see the spot that I was standing on

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Em           Em/G           D  D4 D D4 D9
   I flew in on the evening plane
Em             Em/G                 D          A
   Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
Bm             D                 A
   And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
Bm               D          A          Bm
   And taste the winter of another life

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   Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming
Am                         Em                G          D
   You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame
                   C              G               Bm              Em
   And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour
Am                    Em            D
   To place upon your pillow as the morning came?

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   Some things are best forgotten... some are better half-remembered
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   I just thought that I might be there on your, on your Christmas night
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   And the first snow on Brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel
Am                        Em          D
   Cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites