Your hangover is the ghost of every dance move you murdered last night
I always thought it was you, you always thought it was me
We always thought we were it, seemed like a real perfect fit
Those Brooklyn Nights set us free
I didn’t brush my hair, and my eyelashes are falling
But it doens’t matter as long as I’m with you tonight in Brooklyn, in Brooklyn!
I was so young when I died, and now Joanne walks inside
My lips are red, baby I’m set.
Even though you’re not alive, you still live inside
I need you more than you could ever want me
Speed through the streets, our midnight rush
Paris lights, New York vibes and hushed lullabies
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