One day the world will be an airport
Over Brooklyn skies
Where the rain once fell
I lost myself
To the one I love
And then Vera came
Around again
Like she always does
One day I will become
Your phone call
One day I will become
Your phone call
And you will wonder how
When the raindrops fell
I lost my voice
To the one I love
And then Alice came
Around again
Like she always does
Someone to notice me
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