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Buying some vintage records in Williamsberg stores Playing paper boats on east river shores Eating Manhattan lobsters in Coney Island Puking up fried oreos in Astroland Spending our days watching skylines from rooftops On Independence day, Manhattan fireworks Life is easier where the walls are red Brooklyn is a place stuck in my head Here in Paris the rain is falling My heart belongs to Brooklyn I'm sick of four star food, I want to be where life is As simple as two bucks pizza slices I swear I'll tell you, next time I knock at your door That I am not leaving Brooklyn anymore Would it be that nice if you were not part of it? Would Brooklyn be worth crossing the Atlantic Life is easier when we can join our hands Your face is a face that's stuck in my head Here in Paris rain is falling My heart belongs to Brooklyn Life is easier when we can join our hands Your face is a face that's stuck in my head Here in Paris rain is falling My heart belongs to Brooklyn |