A verse from that old crooner's song played, said that \"Every street's a boulevard in Ole' New York\". Well if that's the case, then this is the biggest fucking pothole i've ever seen. We're all so stubborn, anxious and detached. And that's just the way they'd have it, too embrassed to say that we could build something better. \"I don't give a fuck\", can't get you off the line every time. the core of the apple is rotten, but somehow the skin still shines. So what's the commonality? The smell of the river or these boxes we have rent? The nightlife is the despot to the fucking desperate. Don't ever let these bright lights or bustling feet make us small again. Just hold on to me. Hold on to me, if you need it. I'm awake with yesterday's coffee resting in the pot. So hold on to me, if you need it. I know you're tired. These days it seems like all of us are. We struggle against the contradictions of rush hour and dinner time. The core of the apple is rotten, but somehow the skin still shines. We can build something greater than the tallest building in this city.
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