Lyrics
So tonight we're feeling real far gone
Won't you help me holding back the dawn
We could set off all them fire alarms
And let the music play
How long's it been now, oh my dear
My intentions, they are so sincere
You've got a story I been dying to hear
It's several years to the day
You heard the rumours, man they're off the mark
They said I disappeared on a lark
Just got a special place in Central Park
Now what do they got to say
Got friends in Texas, they're like, 10 feet tall
You know the best one taught me basketball
We'd head out loaded crying, "Yes, yes, yall"
It's several years to the day
Don't break the spell, don't turn me home again
I been a victim to the harder way
Who will remember what the preachers say
Several years to the day
I know you're wondering where I'll make my stand
You got questions, I'm your answer man
I just keep playing in this outlaw band
I guess it's just my way
Maybe you taken far too much abuse
Maybe you got them Upper East Side blues
It's no sports or weather, just the hard news
Of several years to the day
Don't break the spell, don't turn me home again
I been a victim to the preacher's way
Who will remember what the victims say
Several years to the day
How come you never call me, baby?
Stop talking crazy
Don't break the spell
Several years to the day if I had my way again
We could learn so much from just sleeping in
Mr. Dinkins, won't you be my mayor again?
And darling, if I may
Ask you baby, please don't break the spell
You know how I hate to repeat myself
Baby, please don't break the spell
Baby, please don't break the spel
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