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I call this one summer in New York City. Cherry Cola sippin where the bitchy seem pretty. Long days, & even longer nights. We fuss, we fight, wake up, & everythings all right. Long board down Coney Island. Tell me your secrets. Spin round N round. Forever young, forever proud. A new life she has found. Fish bowl diet, capri smoking riot. I swear these memories cant be real life. Careful not to blink twice. Everything great comes at a price. Fucking sellout? Yeah right. Cheers to the beginning of the never ending summer nights.
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East Village dreams. Tattoos on Saint Marks. Skull flavored kisses on Second Avenue. Starfilled eyes. Neon lights. Who knew a world could shine so bright? We had nothing to loose, nothing to gain. Child like innocence of blood promises to stay the same. No matter how far we go we remember where we are today.
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Asked her where she wanna be when she twenty-five, she turned around and looked at me and she said alive. Bright eyed and real high. This is New York City. The streets seemed paved in gold, and you smile as you slowly lose your soul. Take your pick no one gets a choice. The Double Cross Effect. You’re swimming in good yet are consumed with the waves of evil. Teenage bullshit. Getting in clubs for free, smoking trees of Mother Mary. The life everyone wants. The American Dream. Laughing through the bullshit, drunk on sophisticated Manhatten goodness. Promise will be in love forever? I wouldnt trust her either. She stabs you in the back so many times, leave you wondering why you were ever with her. This is the center of the universe : New York City.
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i smile, i cry, i laugh, eye die. What a strange world we live in, and we wonder why? Stranded in a desert in a city of sand. No one to hold, no one to understand. Never love a cowboy. He’ll leave you tied to a cactus. With nothing more then dry lungs, and the scars thorns leave engraved. Finally, she awoke shaken as the cold sweats she thought were tears rolled down her face. Although it was a far away dream the most peculiar thing happened. One small thorn was placed perfectly above her heart. Her face was red as the roaring sun, and as she walked to the mirror to try and reverse what was done… it struck her. Memories cannot be undone & ACiD is not that fun.