Just got back from New York City I've been hanging down low on the asphalt listening to mind blowing stories of sex and destruction. I never felt so cold for so long, the skies turned black and snow started to fall everywhere. It was even worse when I started to miss the heat from home sweet home.
The smiths was the soundtrack of this trip I just kept it playing on and on. They use to call me The boy with the thorn in his side.
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