I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off But Julie knows a party at some actor's West side loft Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit And I know you have
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