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I’ll smoke your cigarettes, breathe in the fires that you light
Buy all the brownstones and sleep in a new one each night
Run along Brighton Beach, tracing the saltwater tide
If I picture you on the Q does it mean you’ll arrive
Well it won’t mean nothin’ ‘til we wake up in Brooklyn

I follow you through several neighborhoods I can’t recall
Cross concrete that holds summer heat though it’s well into fall
Seventeen stoop sales until you have found the right dress
Of course I’ll agree that I think it’s the best

Mmmmm, something’s happening
The sun is so bright but it’s still the middle of the night.
Where is the night?

Sell me the Brooklyn Bridge. I want my name on the deed.
I’m going native. You’ll never recognize me.
Real estate dreams over streets just trying to wake up.
I won’t bother telling you that I’m in love
‘Cause it won’t mean nothin’ ‘til we wake up in Brooklyn

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from The Decline of America Part One: The Bush Years, released May 17, 2010
Dave - Guitar, harmonica, organ, singing, percussion, programming
Anna Soltys - Singing
Aaron Zemelko - Bass

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