Fire Escape lyrics by Gregory Alan Isakov. New york now was nothing but an ice-capade A cigarette, a fire-escape Walked this line, With dust in our pockets...
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New york now was nothing but an ice-capade
A cigarette, a fire-escape
Walked this line,
With dust in our pockets for the bedford staion line to take us
Crazy
The drunkard playing the casio
We're quiet
Everytime we start starin up
And hear
All the loneliest crickets play their violins
Aw what a shame
A subway ride was never meant to last.
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