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Hands in your pockets again
You left your friends on the corner 55th and 3rd
I must agree this night’s a bit cold, but a crisp breeze never killed anyone
you said
You light your cigarettes with your left hand
A northern subway ride would do us some good
We caught the last train out when we finally found our friends
We made our best friend’s apartment into a home and cuddled up to avoid the cold
My body moved faster than my mind could work
You light your cigarettes with your left hand
Broke down but positive, the decisions I made will aid us in the long run
So let this night be better than the last one