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So here it goes, the last song I wrote
The word I hear over and over again, hallelujah
Suitcases packed
Got a handful of cash
Just enough for the fare on the next passing cab, hallelujah

So now I leave for Manhattan
On the next train, the next bus, the next plane
I'm in leave for Manhattan
Wish you would hold me back

You letter did say
Promising names
And I believed in what we had, good and bad, no regret
Hallelujah

I've given it all to watch it all fall
So they say this is life
Let it go, let it stay, either way
Hallelujah

So now I leave for Manhattan
On the next train, the next bus, the next plane
I'm in leave for Manhattan
Wish you would hold me back

It's cold in the night
You'll reach and I'm not there
And you'll tell yourself to not be scared
No, you cannot be scared
'Cause I gave you my heart and you're letting it go
And the only last thing that I want you to know
Is I have to leave 'cause you're letting me go

So now I leave, yes I leave
I leave for Manhattan
On the next train, the next bus, the next plane
I'm in leave for Manhattan
Wish you would hold

So now I leave for Manhattan
On the next train, the next bus, the next plane
I am in leave for Manhattan
Wish you would hold me back
Me back