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I watch the sky turn black to blush |
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Head still spinning from the rush |
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Of all the things I did the night before |
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And looking down from my hotel |
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These dawn-lit streets begin to fill |
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With memories of you and I |
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On a New York City night |
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I shake my head to clear the sounds |
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The traffic horns, the growing crowd |
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The sun awaking over central park |
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But still it creeps beneath my skin |
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All of these heartbeats in the din |
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With concrete dreams stirring to life |
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On a New York City night |
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And I take it with me when I leave |
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The crowded skyline, the energy |
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The sleepless city always leaves its mark |
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Just close my eyes and I'm back again |
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The neon flush upon our skin |
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Still wrapped in thoughts of love and wine |
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On a New York City night |
