Almost Brooklyn Songtext

I can't recall ever feeling this way,
But Hell came to my house, so I'm moving away.
Just another night to be out and down
On the far-off streets of a used-up town
It's the same two hundred round and round
And it gets to me and it gets me down,
But I don't care now for and hour or two,
Just a little time to spend with you,
And I walk these streets and the trees are limes
And it's almost Brooklyn, almost time
Almost Brooklyn.

I don't care any more, and your clothes look too cool,
And I fall through this door, and your clothes look too cool.
And I fall on you like a falling tree,
Coz you kill me and splinter me.
And it's hard to follow, hard to see,
Won't you tell me what you think of me?
I've lost my faith and I'm down and falling.
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Wasn't that some angel calling?
I don't know where we go from here,
But I want to go with you, my dear.

And it's almost Brooklyn

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