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I don't really drink but I can take a sip with your permission I don't really smoke but I can light it for you in Slow Fiction I know his hand now, lend it out How about some contradiction? You know very well that I could really use some friction I met a {?] He kept running out of film too quick I crashed his car on the snow But I still call him up for more Back for more, more, more You can visit me I'm in a military school in Brooklyn I can sneak you in, I make amazing fake ID's for a kiss You can climb over the fence, I can walk you out next morning If I don't see your face again, our fate will never end, and I'll lose it I met a {?] He kept running out of film too quick (how quick?) I crashed his car on the snow But I still called him up for morе (more, more, no) And that's how it goes Nеw York city tales