I happen to like New York
I got here on a cold winter day, not feeling that good about it.
The next thing I know I'm in tears in a club, eight months later.
Sadness, what else?
I will be back.
...just meant to be.
I got here on a cold winter day, not feeling that good about it.
The next thing I know I'm in tears in a club, eight months later.
Sadness, what else?
I will be back.
...just meant to be.
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