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Andrew Scheps - Brooklyns On Fire Lyrics

Friday nights on the seventh floor
(Fourth of July, Brooklyn's on fire)
Paperbacks on the corner store
(Fourth of July, Brooklyn's on fire)
Looking over the ledge
The sidewalk traffic starts to spread
Summer's begun across the bay
And no bit of silence remains

Oh, Brooklyn's on fire
And fills July hearts with desire
Sleep will not come until the morn
'Cause tonight your memories are born
La dee da, la dee da

And the band's not begun just yet
(Fourth of July, Brooklyn's on fire)
Fifty names you're bound to forget
(Fourth of July, Brooklyn's on fire)
Black and blue on the Lakes
Wear badges from happier days
Late in the night in '84
Walked in through the old outdoor

Oh, Brooklyn's on fire
And fills July hearts with desire
Sleep will not come until the morn
'Cause tonight your memories are born
La dee da, la dee da, dee da, dee da
(Fourth of July, Brooklyn's on fire)
(Fourth of July, Brooklyn's on fire)
I'm caught in the way
Of tears from much happier days
When we were young and unafraid
Of stupid mistakes that we made

Oh, Brooklyn's on fire
And fills July hearts with desire
Sleep will not come until the morn
'Cause tonight your memories are born
La dee da, la dee da, dee da, dee da, dee da