.New York, 3 o'clock at night. No sleep. God I must be tired
Weird thoughts running through my brain
My blood is pumping through my vains
And there she sits, she looks at me
Her skin is pale, her mind is free
She smiles and says: how do you do?
Come with me or should I go with.
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