the air smell so sweet...
there's a coffee shop, sometimes i like to buy a cup
there's a bus waiting every time to get aboard
wel, wouldn't it be a story?
its just another east side story
where everyone had a tail to tell
like hundreds people before me
there's something you hold on to, and something you let go
people say someone who really can't have is the one you really want most
think about it sometimes, whether its real or not
but whatever it is...
life goes on the same...
its just like an east side story
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