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My face coming down in streaks
All alone with your things, the apartment still ringing
Clean up and make my start
Not the way I hoped for
Welcome to New York
Nothing movie-like
Nothing magic
People just tire to fight the constant battle
Waiting to see a sign?
Then you've seen the best already
The train comes at 1:15
He said: "Maybe I'll leave. Give you time... let you think."
Don't know just what he wants
