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Mystery (when I last left brooklyn) precious mystery oh sweet mystery my mystery oh such beauty mystery when I last left Brooklyn I was still singing offkey but off to make the world my own and I was all grown and free truth is when left Brooklyn I left just to survive for my childhood haunted me now it's all just memory oh sweet mystery precious mystery oh sweet mystery my mystery oh so much beauty mystery when I last left Brooklyn you did not exist at least I had no knowledge so how could you be missed when I last left Brooklyn I had no way to know now life is haunting me everywhere I go I see your face on every corner blown up billboards magazines I see your face you're on the TV in commercials on the screen I see your face now in my nightmares how could I know mystery I see your face beyond the beauty and in your eyes how can it be ��something so familiar... I read your were born in Autumn must have been a Christmas affair and you never knew your father and you wondered if he cared oh the tabloids tell the stories bleeding guts for all to see how he barely knew your mother how he is a mystery how he's bound to turn up now yeah can't resist fame and money how he's just a no good deadbeat creep a step below dry pee on the street it still looked good to me to see a goddam creep a step lower than me when I last left Brooklyn as a lost and foolish man I was sowing all my wild oats at least that was my great plan when I last left Brooklyn I didn't once turn around I was trying to lose things now I wonder what I found I read your were born in Autumn umm, I had a Christmas affair and you never knew your father and you wondered if he cared yeah the tabloids tell the stories bleeding guts for all to see how he barely knew your mother how he is a misery how he's bound to turn up now yeah can't resist fame and money how he's just a no good deadbeat creep a step below dry pee I see your face on every corner blown up billboards magazines I see your face you're on the TV in commercials on the screen I see your face now in my nightmares how could I know mystery I see your face beyond the beauty and in your eyes how can it be ��something so familiar... it hits me like a lightning bolt hits a ship lost at sea and thunder rumbled through me my life's a misery but no longer mystery fools are the last to see suddenly I realize what's been haunting me in your eyes . . I can see me until I saw the look imagine my surprise when I saw myself within your eyes now how do I dare to approach you will you believe what you see that I never heard about you oh my precious mystery will you see the truth in my eyes or just the misery or just the fear that I've lost the best part of me how can I tell you I love you will you believe honesty damned I am, but I will tell you in your eyes I can see me oh sweet mystery precious mystery oh sweet mystery my mystery
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |