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New York snow this time of year |
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There's nothing more beautiful to me |
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Except for you |
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Making my way on the town |
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And I'm seeing familiar places, faces |
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In my pile of coffee grounds |
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The days are better, the nights are still so lonely |
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Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road |
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Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road |
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Watching my breath rise in the sun |
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Pulling myself in two made one |
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Helplessly feel for my phone and drive away |
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This new rhythm I pursue |
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Is just my getting over you |
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Telling myself that I need to |
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The days are better, the nights are still so lonely |
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Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road |
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Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road |
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I'm still looking for a play no one said that it was fair |
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To be alone |
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The days are better, the nights are still so lonely |
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Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road |
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The days are better, the nights are still so lonely |
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Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road |
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Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road |
