
New York, 1955 Songtext
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you can't trust me.
trees in the city
don't appeal to me anymore.
the subway is always so slow
in the twilight hour.
i always walked myself
from your place home.
this is not my bed.
trees in the city
don't appeal to me anymore.
the subway is always so slow
in the twilight hour.
i always walked myself
from your place home.
this is not my bed.
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