Long Island wakes up, and I remember.
Nothing but a yellow taxi, no one in Madison.
On my answering machine, your message cries,
Don't cry it's over, and this machine
Tears my heart apart, a broken dream.
Do loves die? Brooklyn.
It's snowing in Manhattan,
And I'm in pain, in pain? the soul.
It's snowing on Manhattan,
And my heart, cries out for you.
It's snowing on Manhattan.
At the Hard-Rock Caf?, I take one last coffee.
A boat is waiting for me somewhere on a dock.
In a yellow taxi, one last time,
I'm driving into Madison, I think? you
But you are no longer there?, a broken dream,
Do loves die? Brooklyn.
It's snowing in Manhattan,
And I'm in pain, in pain? the soul.
It's snowing on Manhattan,
And my heart, cries out for you.
It's snowing on Manhattan.

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