I get off at Union Square to go to work at Webster.
Chess games going,
Krishnas hoping you can peel some cash for their flowers.
But no, don't want to take it for granted.
Sometimes I start to feel I can't stand it,
then I get to walking around.
Yeah, that's when I start to remember
the way the weather gets in September
and I forget what's getting me down.
And I remind myself, I'm pretty fucking lucky.
And the girls down there,
unimpressed and dressed to kill.
Sometimes I really wish that they will.
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