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Pull up to the curb on a Friday morning
Hydrants spray the streets in July
Garbage trucks, deliveries, shirtless kids shout
Slipping thru the crowd passing by
Make it in and out in less than 30 minutes
Mister, don't you look at my face
Flower box rifle and my cousin Matty
Gonna miss the double header at Shea
Say goodbye to all your friends
To all your friends tonight
Been a tear jerker and a factory worker
Pumping gasoline in the rain
Welfare check Christmas, washing dishes
Hanging on the minimum wage
Say goodbye to all your friends
To all your friends tonight
A hatful of rain came down in New York City
A hatful of rain came down, I'm sailin' on
Wait for me to call
Send a message to my lover
I did it for you, brother
Promise that I won't let you down
Rolling out a rhythm and the thing is spinning
It's too late to turn back now
Say goodbye to all your friends
To all your friends tonight
A hatful of rain came down in New York City
A hatful of rain came down, I'm sailin' on
A hatful of rain came down in New York City
Tomorrow I'll be gone
I run from the rhythm
From the ruins of my youth
I run like a rabbit
With the Pan American blues
Sirens screaming, television, cameras rolling
Helicopters up in the sky
Took me out to JFK or Riker's Island
I had to buy a ticket to ride
Say goodbye to all your friends
To all your friends tonight
Say goodbye to all your friends
To all your friends tonight
Say goodbye to all your friends
To all your friends tonight
On and on
On and on
Say goodbye to all your friends
To all your friends tonight
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