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As we play in the dumbo sun We feel the love for everyone Days burn down in the dumbo sun We got off we got off we got off we got off There was a man in a yellow thong He was doing his yoga and doing it wrong Down under the bridge for all to see He got off he got off he got off he got off Yeah, how I miss those days more than a little Growing young in the dumbo sun Me and Jo tried to change the world But the world wasn't listening to two brooklyn girls So we started a band and we banged up our knees We got off we got off we got off we got off Life wouldn't take us too seriously So we sang on the subway and sang out of key To the isle of manhattan promiscuously We got off we got off we got off we got off Yeah, how I miss those days More than a little Growing young in then dumbo sun Washington slept here a tree it can grow here and I Grow smaller and sleepless so high Circling and circle line skies Willowing wondering why can't Tiffany's breakfast be mine? Ask Truman Capote Truman Capote Truman Capote And all of my homies Yeah, how I miss those days more than a little Growing young in the dumbo sun Growing young in the dumbo sun Growing young in the dumbo sun