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[ar:Matt Nathanson]
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[00:00.23]Sunday New York Times - Matt Nathanson
[00:03.49].
[00:12.31]Leaves and the rain falling outside.
[00:16.75]Taxi waited in the street.
[00:21.63]Gave you my keys, told you I'd try...
[00:26.00]But we both knew better, didn't we?
[00:30.56]I made my way to JFK in world record time,
[00:40.00]Hoping I would miss the flight.
[00:44.44].
[00:44.94]You and I were fighting sleep.
[00:47.31]Beautiful wasted promises we promised to keep,
[00:51.88]At least 'til we said goodbye.
[00:54.31]Sometimes you're still mine
[00:58.06]Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times.
[01:02.87].
[01:12.19]You were the saint, I was the liar,
[01:16.50]At least that's how I remember it.
[01:21.56]Left all our dreams, all our desires
[01:25.38]On the steps of your apartment.
[01:30.44]The Brooklyn bridge, your olive skin
[01:35.13]Framed in black and white.
[01:39.75]I miss how simple love could be.
[01:43.88].
[01:44.44]When you and I were fighting sleep.
[01:47.31]Beautiful wasted promises we promised to keep,
[01:51.69]At least 'til we said goodbye.
[01:54.32]Sometimes you're still mine
[01:58.12]Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times.
[02:03.06].
[02:13.82]Running wild down st. Marks,
[02:17.87]Raw and breathless in your arms.
[02:22.50]Jumping trains to the park,
[02:27.56]When the world was ours.
[02:30.07].
[02:31.07]When you and I were fighting sleep.
[02:33.32]Under the blankets, promises we promised to keep,
[02:37.94]At least 'til we said goodbye.
[02:40.50]Sometimes you're still mine
[02:43.94]Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times.
[02:49.75].
[02:50.44]歌词编辑： QQ：
Sunday New York Times歌词
- 歌词名称：Sunday New York Times
- 演唱歌手：Matt Nathanson
- 歌词专辑：Last of the Great Pretenders
- Sunday New York Times - Matt Nathanson
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Leaves and the rain falling outside.
Taxi waited in the street.
Gave you my keys, told you I'd try...
But we both knew better, didn't we?
I made my way to JFK in world record time,
Hoping I would miss the flight.
.
You and I were fighting sleep.
Beautiful wasted promises we promised to keep,
At least 'til we said goodbye.
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times.
.
You were the saint, I was the liar,
At least that's how I remember it.
Left all our dreams, all our desires
On the steps of your apartment.
The Brooklyn bridge, your olive skin
Framed in black and white.
I miss how simple love could be.
.
When you and I were fighting sleep.
Beautiful wasted promises we promised to keep,
At least 'til we said goodbye.
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times.
.
Running wild down st. Marks,
Raw and breathless in your arms.
Jumping trains to the park,
When the world was ours.
.
When you and I were fighting sleep.
Under the blankets, promises we promised to keep,
At least 'til we said goodbye.
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times.
.
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