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Do I want to reach out To you tonight? Or is it just the Billy Joel Urging me to connect? To stretch my hand Into the night I am not helped by The encircling melodies Of our beautiful memories I must be in a New York State of Mind Because I am reminded Of the way you told me You've never visited And I planned to take you For you to feel the energy of the streets That the song mirrors And I recall how we danced In the dimly lit street To Piano Man While the sound echoed From the speakers of your car Oh, and the way I played She's Always a Woman At my piano recital While you knew the notes I would play before they Spilled out of my finger tips I flash back To our first Valentine's Day Our own Scenes From an Italian Restaurant Gnocchi topped with red sauce Red ties and candlelight Swing dancing to the saxophones Sitting on a crescent moon Sharing a kiss next to stars But somehow I worried That we would turn into Brenda and Eddy After the piano solo I never could live that kind of life And when we fought I took a trip to Vienna Where I was reminded That I am just a crazy child Who is only afraid of hurting you But I realized that I needed To get what I wanted Before I got too old And I knew, hidden in the lyrics That I needed to leave For my own sake I couldn't compromise My own happiness But despite it all I don't know if I can Ever hear his soothing voice Without thinking of Your hands on my hips Your kiss on my lips Or your love in my life
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
Blame it on the Billy Joel
Do I want to reach out To you tonight? Or is it just the Billy Joel Urging me to connect? To stretch my hand Into the night I am not helped by The encircling melodies Of our beautiful memories I must be in a New York State of Mind Because I am reminded Of the way you told me You've never visited And I planned to take you For you to feel the energy of the streets That the song mirrors And I recall how we danced In the dimly lit street To Piano Man While the sound echoed From the speakers of your car Oh, and the way I played She's Always a Woman At my piano recital While you knew the notes I would play before they Spilled out of my finger tips I flash back To our first Valentine's Day Our own Scenes From an Italian Restaurant Gnocchi topped with red sauce Red ties and candlelight Swing dancing to the saxophones Sitting on a crescent moon Sharing a kiss next to stars But somehow I worried That we would turn into Brenda and Eddy After the piano solo I never could live that kind of life And when we fought I took a trip to Vienna Where I was reminded That I am just a crazy child Who is only afraid of hurting you But I realized that I needed To get what I wanted Before I got too old And I knew, hidden in the lyrics That I needed to leave For my own sake I couldn't compromise My own happiness But despite it all I don't know if I can Ever hear his soothing voice Without thinking of Your hands on my hips Your kiss on my lips Or your love in my life
kareena
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
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