How long have we been here? Am I ever coming down? I need to find some lower thinking, if I'm going to stick around. I'm not going anywhere. Who do I think I'm kidding? I'm still standing in the same place where you left me standing. I am easy to find. Towers to the skies, an academy of lies. You never were much of a New Yorker. It wasn't in your eyes. If you ever come around this way again. You'll see me standing in the sunlight. In the middle of the street. I am easy to find. There's a million little battles that I'm never gonna win anyway. I'm still waiting for you every night with ticker tape, ticker tape. There's a million little battles that I'm never gonna win anyway. I'm still waiting for you every night with ticker tape, ticker tape.
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