I don’t believe the things I say about us when I’m drunk,
and distance leaves a bitter taste when you’re gone,
when you’re gone in New York
and distance leaves a bitter taste when you’re gone,
when you’re gone in New York
I walk the line of great unknowns, but I never questioned us
and I’d go back to where we last met, and tell you so,
tell you so in New York
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