Text: Counting Crows. Chelsea.

I never go to New York City these days
Somethin' about the buildings in Chelsea that kills me
Maybe in a month or two, maybe when things are different for me
Maybe when things are different for you
And all of this shit just sticks in my head

Is anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out
I never had light in my eyes anyway
But maybe things are different these days

It's good for everybody to hurt somebody once in a while
The things I do to people I love shouldn't be allowed
Somethin' about the buildings in Chelsea that kills me
There's somethin' about the buildings in Chelsea that just kills me

Is anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out
I never had light in my eyes anyway
Maybe things are different these days

I dream I'm in New York City some nights
And angels float down from all the buildings
Somethin' about an angel that just kills me
I keep hopin' somethin' will
I keep hopin', I keep hopin', I keep hopin'

Is anything different these days?
Light in her eyes goes out
Never had light in my eyes anyways
Maybe things are, maybe, maybe, maybe

Maybe things are, maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe, maybe things are different, maybe things are different
Maybe things are different the light goes out
I never had light in my eyes anyways
Maybe things are different, these days

La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
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