How you gonna tell me
You made me feel like I should a thousand times
Think what I'm thinking of me
You know nothin' like this, nothin' like this
Girl I'm so tired of everything
But I'm not giving up on you
I'm takin' a lot of walks across pretty Brooklyn
And if the bad cars keep on rolling by, what what's the use?
Now I'm headed for the stores that I can just be myself
I'm going to hold the grubby house in the Chelsea
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