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New York snow this time of year,
There's nothing more beautiful to me
Except for you.
Making my way uptown and down,
Seeing familiar places faces
In my pile of coffee grounds.
The days are better, the nights are still so lonely.
Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road.
Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road.
Watching my breath rise in the sun,
Pulling myself into mid-one,
Helplessly feel for my phone and drive away.
This new rhythm I pursue
Is just my getting over you,
And telling myself that I need to.
The days are better, the nights are still so lonely.
Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road.
Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road.
I'm still looking for a play.
No one said that it was fair
To be alone.
The days are better, the nights are still so lonely.
Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road.
The days are better, the nights are still so lonely.
Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road.
Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road.
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