Paul Van Dyk New York City
I watch the sky turn black to blush Head still spinning from the rush Of all the things I did the night before And looking down from my hotel These dawnlit streets begin to fill With memories of you and I On a New York City night On a New York City night I shake my head to clear the sounds The traffic horns, the growing crowd The sun awaking over central park But still it creeps beneath my skin All of these heartbeats in the dim With concrete dreams stirring to life On a New York city night On a New Y
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