(Hoffmann)
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New York City takes me over
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In these nights when I’m alone
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Cafe corners, hung with strangers
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Gulping down a bitter soul
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Wouldn’t mind the peace of going back home
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And meeting a knowing smile
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Where Sunday tastes of confession booth sins
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And Monday comes with new denial
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I am pretty good at nothing
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When I think that I’m a star
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Flying ego over mountains
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Spacious skies of who we are
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Wouldn’t mind the peace of rewinding the time
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Give me blank paper and pen
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I’d feel ease in calling you mine
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But then I’d know it’s just pretend
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Gotta find a better space
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Where I recognize my face
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I begin to cry
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Emotions churning
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Gotta find some peace of mind
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Somewhere in between these lines
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‘Cause I begin to die when my fire’s burning
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Ocean turning
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New York City, I’m uncertain
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Think I lost round Chelsea Town
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Cafe corner, I’m a stranger
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Hold me close and take me down
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New York City
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| Kristin Hoffmann |
