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New York

Busy streets
Everything seems elite
The city that never sleeps

The pace is fast
Every building is glass
This city won't ever be my past

People pass in a blur
And nothing seems to stir
Just the sound of the taxi’s purr

There's so many places to roam
You'll never feel alone
The city is my home
 






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