pack your things i'll lie in bed
picture frames stay emptying
i'll ride the subway with you all night
squinting through the morning sunlight
new york city is off the map
these walls know i want you back
you don't want us, that's a shame
the city don't want us anyway
the city don't want us anyway
tell me why we suffer
tell me why we suffer love
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