"please can we go away,
get out of here,
somehow today.
for a place that i've heard on the radio never sleeps.
i'll get a job in a bar,
you could be a waitress and serve cheap cigars,
to fat mustachio men in suits,
you'll look cute.
fuck what they say,
fuck it if they talk,
it really dont matter.
we're going to new york."
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