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Wandering the city, with some whiskey in my cup,
conversing with any stranger saying what's up,
reading on the train down, didn't slumber,
somehow managed to get another girls number,

not like i'll text her but i'm always nice,
she seemed to be interested, took my own advice,
why not accept her number? not mating,
plus i am alone and surely not dating,

underneath the sky scrapers and stars,
next to expensive stores and yellow cars,
through Central Park right by the lake,
remembering good times, forgetting heartaches,

wandering the city in a world underneath bright lights,
nothing seems to be, when everything is alright,
if you have something you disagree with, get it off your chest,
i'll let you get in line with all the rest.