.New York, wasn't mine
Was it me?
Or just my kind?
Spinning softly, talking sweet
And there's no place left to be
but a road the just goes onto every leaving town
friends as lovers, lovers as friends
Shall we dance?
Into the night
As the jukebox moans and pours out time
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