Brooklyn, You're Killing Me

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Okay, alright, just let me think
 Alright, just let me think
 Just let me think
 My heart is a troubled captain in poisoned television waters
 I had this air conditioned nightmare
 Like that book you gave to me last summer
 That made me think that everything was so much worse than it really was
 My heart is a troubled captain
 But let's not get caught up on the weather
 I could keep searching for the meaning
 Try, try to keep this all together
 But you've got green eyes like the forest
 I got lost in on the way to some other life
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn, my dear
 Brooklyn, my dear, you're killing me
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn, my dear
 Brooklyn, my dear, you're killing me
 My hand is a braindead magnet
 So I keep waking up on fire
 Beneath this low rise second city
 That's turning good men into liars
 And maybe I'm not all that good
 But I was better in your west coast bed
 My hand is a braindead magnet
 But let's not get caught up on connections
 I could keep searching for a meaning
 But I'm still looking for directions
 I was baptized in your parents' pool in southern California
 Then I fled
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn, my dear
 Brooklyn, my dear, you're killing me
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn, my dear
 Brooklyn, my dear, you're killing me
 My hand is a braindead magnet
 So I keep waking up on fire
 Beneath this low rise second city
 That's turning good men into liars
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn, my dear
 Brooklyn, my dear, you're killing me
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn, my dear
 Brooklyn, my dear, you're killing me
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn, my dear
 Brooklyn, my dear, you're killing me
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn, my dear
 Brooklyn, my dear, you're killing me
 You're killing me
 You're killing me
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn
 You're killing me
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn
 

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Duration
03:11
Key
8
Tempo
130 BPM

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