In the words of Soul Coughing...
New York, New York, I won't go back
Indelible reminder of the steel I lack
I gave you seven years what did you give me back?
A jaw-grind disposition to a panic attack
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In the words of Soul Coughing...
New York, New York, I won't go back
Indelible reminder of the steel I lack
I gave you seven years what did you give me back?
A jaw-grind disposition to a panic attack