.Eighteen-hundred miles from this old niteclub
A girl is turning twenty-two today
How am I supposed to entertain you?
My fingertips are worthless when my mind's so far away
Eighteen hundred miles from Manhattan
The niteclub yawns and opens up its doors
Thank God that I do.
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