.I could be your dust at the door.
The eastern city rust, growing
more and more and more.
New York is easier these days.
The trouble is, the trouble is, the trouble always stays.
So, I'll become a wanderer,
sleep on iron floors,
and I will be upstanding at the door.
And I will.
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