Text: Samuel. I Love NY.

I grew up in an apartment on the west side
Taught to never feel right, always residing on the outside
I was made to grow up and be famous
So I'm trying my best to stay shameless
Can't take this change of season
I'm sick to my stomach for no reason
But I guess that's part of the deal
I guess that's what makes me real
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Waking up to car alarms
Coffee shops and nail salons
Take a ride on the subway on my bicycle downtown
Coney Island stoned
I was afraid to ride the cyclone
Blackouts fade into fresh lemonade
And late night serenades

I grew up in an apartment on the west side
Taught to never feel right, always residing on the outside
I was made to grow up and be famous
So I'm trying my best to stay shameless
Can't take this change of season
I'm sick to my stomach for no reason
But I guess that's part of the deal
I guess that's what makes me real

(da da da da da da da)


Walking through the park at dawn
New York times and candy thoughts (?)
Take a ride on the subway when my bicycle breaks down
Nothing ever changes
Just the same old summer faces
The days are long so we hold on
'cause the feeling just won't last

Late nights, early mornings
Smoking cigarattes in Coney Island
The subway's burning
Street lights, golden summers
Throwing empty bottles off the roof
In the rain and thunder
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I grew up in an apartment on the west side
Taught to never feel right, always residing on the outside
I was made to grow up and be famous
So I'm trying my best to stay shameless
Can't take this change of season
I'm sick to my stomach for no reason
But I guess that's part of the deal
I guess that's what makes me real

(da da da da da da da)