the northeast, well it's all i really know,
with dust and bricks and some cars
in the snow.
it's like new york in the late summertime.
can breathe again, even through this lovely grime.
as i said, the skyline's brighter tonight,
but this time i turned on five more lights.
it's like new york in the late summertime.
can breath again, and your bones, they feel alive.
i've got the northeast on my side.
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