Tired of the city yelling at me
The gracious laugh of the streets
Murdering my ear with that dream
Where you were here with me Tired of seeing that smile on the moon
Not because it looks just like you
But because she knows the truth
And I know you told her about it tooYou’re the prettiest piece of art
But how am I supposed to know
Where you are, show me the path
The one you’re running away fromThat car that hit me last night
Can’t come close to the pain
A pang of consciousness
Hit me right through the chest
I guess you could say I’m broke
It’s what I get for being
A lost girl in New YorkFor being a lost girl in New York

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