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As much as i love New York, there is one state,

that i would move to solely for fate,

it waits til it awakes in full force,

and then i'll pack it all up and chart a new course,

instead of random eyes in the audience i can look to,

i'd play a song and have you to look to,

instead of a girl i can pretend is your clone,

together we'd make enough music to never feel alone,

until the roads clear up i fear it's just

a matter of hours until i'm fully fucked,

you won't have to say much, i'll sway,

you blow the breeze, i'll catch the hint and blow away,

but if for one second you realize for days,

you've been thinking about me, and not Dave,

not any countless new guy, tell me please,

so i don't feel the need to erase my name and sail new seas.