Day is night in New York City
Smoke, like [bad word] inside
Steel idle trees to pity
Every living things that's died
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Gonna hitch a ride
Head for the other side
Leave it all behind
Never change my mind

Gonna sail away
Sun lights another day
Freedom on my mind
Carry me away for the last time

Life is like the coldest winter
People freeze the tears I cry
Words of hail their minds are into
I've got to crack this ice and fly
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