in the hood of being beautiful/the N holds its breath like snow/soundless as disco/I search out the window for you/while weβre still close enough to Surf Avenue/I know Iβm failing/running out of time/itβs me on the inside/and you on the out/I open Notes to write you a letter/the train seems to sigh/please letβs never die like disco/I wrote, not ever

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