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Two more weeks to go,
New York City
Pictures of people,
think that I,
I don't know
who they are
Boxes of pictures that I won't use,
but I won't
discard
Some people say
this guy,
this guy, this guy
we knew
He died,
he died,
he died it's true
So give me the feedback,
ain't that what I'm here for
And I'll kick my feet back
'cause that's
not what I've been
looking for
I, I, I, (I live on my own)
I live on my own
And you,
you won't be beside me,
You won't be beside me
And I don't mind
sleeping alone
My friends might be wasted, but I,
I'm happy at home
Pigeons on the green now,
March is got the fall
Stella wants to Spoon,
and Penny,
Penny is growing more and more
These guys, these guys, these guys
are new
They be good, they be good
to you
So give me the feedback,
ain't that what I'm here for
And I'll kick my feet back
'cause that's not what I've been looking for
I, I, I, (I live on my own)
I live on my own
And you,
you won't be beside me,
You won't be beside me