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(Hoffmann)
New York City takes me over
In these nights when Im alone
Caf corners, hung with strangers
Gulping down a bitter soul
Wouldnt mind the peace of going back home
And meeting a knowing smile
Where Sunday tastes of confession booth sins
And Monday comes with new denial
I am pretty good at nothing
When I think that Im a star
Flying ego over mountains
Spacious skies of who we are
Wouldnt mind the peace of rewinding the time
Give me blank paper and pen
Id feel ease in calling you mine
But then Id know its just pretend
Gotta find a better space
Where I recognize my face
I begin to cry
Emotions churning
Gotta find some peace of mind
Somewhere in between these lines
Cause I begin to die when my fires burning
Ocean turning
New York City, Im uncertain
Think I lost round Chelsea Town
Caf corner, Im a stranger
Hold me close and take me down