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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