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C F G
C F G
[Verse 2]
C
Crooked crime, petty cop
F G
Not on th? street yet, but it was cooking
C
In those days, the burning days
F G
Th? one from Queens, not from Brooklyn
[Pre-Chorus]
C
Oh, my love, was it all in vain?
F G
We always wanted money, now the money's not the same
C
In a quiet moment at the theater, I could feel your pain
F G
Deep inside the city, your memory remains
[Chorus]
C
Mary Boone, Mary Boone
F G
I'm on the dark side of your room
C
Mary Boone, Mary Boone
F G
Well, I hope you feel like loving someone soon
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C F G