| I was drunk
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| «New York, New York»
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| I saw a small white rabbit climbing down the Empire State
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| I must have been hallucinating
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| I am seeing things I’m missing
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| They told me Stella from across the street is dead
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| Painted fake bricks on the front because house sales are slow
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| And Stella was kind to me even though
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| She didn’t know the fantasies I made around her
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| The pictures he drew
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| Two broken legs, open-toed shoes
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| Shark fishing in the pavements
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| Shark fishing in the pavements
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| I’m hallucinating
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| I’m seeing things I’m missing
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| I went back to your street
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| I saw my friends in love, have children
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| I felt empty and alone there
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| Talking other people’s good things
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| Pining for my own share
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| Still, I raged through, wine-wasted, shit-faced, solo, so what?
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| So long, I had no real plans
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| It wasn’t work, no, it wasn’t holiday
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| It was just time and space
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| Unpaid intoxication, images I didn’t need
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| Man, I really want to see you |