| You’re always surrounded,
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| you’re always alone.
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| I fell in love with New York cause I wanna atone.
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| I’m talking to strangers now
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| and I balance over the rails.
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| I fell in love with New York where a boy is for sale.
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| The city hangs like a chandelier
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| gonna swing it if it kills me.
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| Get a slick chattel internship
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| at a gallery in chelsea.
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| Well the rent’s extortionate,
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| all the give and no get.
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| (Open oh open the door)
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| Wino oracles, top models, the lump in your throat.
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| (open open the door)
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| Because you’re always surrounded
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| you’re always alone
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| I fell in love with New York cuz I wanted a tone
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| I’m talking to strangers now and I
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| balance over the rail
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| I fell in love with New York
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| where there’s young boys for sale
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| Gimme that place where I can find my tribe.
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| Grey city covered in my colours.
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| Gimme that place where I can crystallize
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| it’s alright to be an other.
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| You’re always surrounded
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| You’re always alone
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| I fell in love with New York cause I wanted a tone
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| I’m talkin to strangers now and I
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| Balance over the rails
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| I fell in love with New York
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| where there’s young boys for sale
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| You’re always surrounded
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| You’re always alone
|
| I fell in love with New York cause I wanted a tone
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| I’m talking to strangers now and I
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| balance over the rails
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| I fell in love with New York
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| where there’s young boys for sale |