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You are stuck Lost in a wave of people Going and coming All day long You look around to see The same expressions All busy or tired And ready to go Go out Out of this traffic That has held you up... Everyone up... What is this place? This... This is New York City
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
Confusion
You are stuck Lost in a wave of people Going and coming All day long You look around to see The same expressions All busy or tired And ready to go Go out Out of this traffic That has held you up... Everyone up... What is this place? This... This is New York City
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
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