New York - The Boxer Rebellion
I don't believe the things I say
About us when I'm drunk
And distance leaves a bitter taste
When you're gone when you're gone
In New York
I walk the line of great unknowns
But I never questioned us
And I'd go back to where we last met
And tell you so tell you so
In New York
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