Fire Escape

G C G

G                C
new york now was nothing but an ice-capade
Am                         G
a cigarette, a fire-escape
G
walked this line,
     C                           Am                      G
with dust in our pockets for the bedford station line to take us
Am
crazy
    C                    D
the drunkard playing the casio
Am
we’re quiet
     C             D
everytime we start starin’ up
Am
and hear
                  C                   D
all the loneliest crickets play their violins
G C G
Am
aw what a shame
  C               D
a subway ride was never meant to last.

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