New York New York
Anchor me here in your harbor of hurt.
Say you're in love with me, but please make it curt.
The water is shallow the people are too.
In the very beginning it was just me and you.
My heart is half empty and there's no one to blame.
I did it all myself, in this self destructive game.
So as I lay dying here on the floor.
Do whatever you want just don't close the door.
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