Noises coming from my street
Bless my body, dress my feet
For I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
I'm not scared to be alone
Even now I hold my own
And everything that's west of home
Singing oh, so you think you know?
Way out, I know there's purpose
And people, my people, desert it
When nothing ever stays the same
It's hard to tell who's on your side
The television screams your name
Why don't you go outside for once?
Oh, and if I am your only one
And you need me back in Brooklyn I will come

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