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This city's always moving,
Nothing stays still.
Somebody's always leaving,
Somebody always will.
There are airplanes,
Taking off and landing.
Lovers left behind,
Without understanding.
It's cold in Ohio,
So I'm not going there.
It's cold in Vostok station,
In the middle of nowhere.
It's cold in New York city,
With that north wind blowing through.
It's cold in Ohio,
But it's warm here next to you.
I understand you're worrying,
