Hands in your pockets again. You left your friends on the corner 55th and 3rd. I must agree this night's a bit cold, but a crisp breeze never killed anyone you said. You light your cigarettes with your left hand. A northern subway ride would do us some good. We caught the last train out when we finally found our friends.
We made our best friend's apartment into a home and cuddled up to avoid the cold. My body moved faster than my mind could work.
You light your cigarettes with your left hand. Broke down but positive, the decisions I made will aid us in the long run. So let this night be better than the last one.
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