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She was covered in leather and gold.
Twenty one years old.
I lost her in the crowd.
It’s unfair, she’s out there

Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She’s somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn

Little miss perfect sitting at the train stop
Red nikey high tops listening to hip-hop
While we were waiting started conversating
Before I got her name along came a train

(uuuuuuuh) next stop Brooklyn
(uuuuuuuh) now I’m lookin’

She was covered in leather and gold
twenty one years old
I lost her in the crowd
It’s unfair, she’s out there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She’s somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn

On the street kickin rocks circling the same block
Green farm flatbush checking every corner shop
Tappin’ people’s shoulders askin if they know her
Everyday’s the same; it's back to the train

(uuuuuuuh) next stop Brooklyn
(uuuuuuuh) I'm still lookin’

She was covered in leather and gold
21 years old
I lost her in the crowd
It’s unfair, she’s out there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She’s somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn

Oh-oh-oh-oh
I wonder: will we ever meet again?
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I wonder: will we ever meet again?
Yeah I wonder if we’ll ever meet again
I hope we do - somewhere in Brooklyn...

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