:01:22
Kissing it all good-bye.These four stinkin' walls,
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six flights up,
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six flights up,
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the el that roars by at 3 a.m.
:01:27
Like a cast-iron wind.
:01:29
Kiss 'em good-bye for me, Maury.
:01:31
I'll miss 'em...like hell I will.
:01:33
Dreamin' again.
:01:34
Not anymore, Lil.I'm awake now,
:01:36
awake for the first time in years.
:01:39
Uncle Dave said it...
:01:41
"Daylight is a dream
:01:42
if you live with your eyes closed."
:01:45
Well, my eyes are open now.I see the choir.
:01:48
I know they're dressed in rags,
:01:50
but we're part of that choir.
:01:52
Yeah, both of us,
:01:53
and you, Maury, and Uncle Dave.
:01:55
Sun's comin' up, kid.
:01:57
They'll be hawkin' the fish
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down on Fulton Street.
:02:00
Let 'em hawk.
:02:01
Let 'em sing their hearts out.
:02:04
That's it, kid.
:02:05
Take that ruined choir.Make it sing.
:02:07
So long, Maury.
:02:09
So long.
:02:12
We'll hear from that kid,
:02:14
and I don't mean a postcard.
:02:18
Fish!
:02:19
Fresh fish!
:02:23
Let's spit on our handsand get to work.
:02:26
It's late, Maury.
:02:28
Not anymore, Lil.
:02:29
It's early.
:02:31
[Applause]
:02:40
- Bravo!- Bravo!
:02:44
Bravo!
:02:45
Bravo!
:02:47
Bravo!
:02:50
- Bravo!- Bravo!
:02:57
- Author!- Author!
anterior.