The city never gives back,
Gives back any advice,
Any advice about whatever.
All the days walking down the road,
The road that leads nowere,
Nowere isn't that also a place?
A place to see or a place to be.
All the times thinking inside my head,
Inside my head I seem to forget,
I seem to forget you,
You in betweem the thoughtless thoughts,
Thoughtless thoughts leading me,
Leading me to see...
See all I couldn't my eyes are open,
Open arms if you ever come back,
Come back to me I'll be standing here,
Standing here with my arms wide spread,
Spread so never again I can forget,
|The city never gives back... +New York Magazine|
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