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I spoted a New York liscense plate hanging from your chest as you parade the streets, from one boro to next. The best artists around can't wait till' you come to town
Sunlight bends at crack in my door trying to sneak a peak into my studio apartment I hide from the cruel outside beneath these sheets Skin pale as the moon And although it's June
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