Lyrics: Kukatachii
Music: Kukatachii
Commuters are forwardly walking
Manhattan goes in a cloudy day
I'm passing a woman who's smoking
I'm never doped
You know we don't remember
We could have some dreams that we're waiting for
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What happens at the center of the world
It doesn't rain in New York
It doesn't make no sense to me
It doesn't rain in New York
It doesn't make no sense to me
Youngers in the street are rushing somewhere
Maybe MJ's
They don't give up toasting at the old bar in the city
You know we don't remember
We could have some dreams that we're waiting for
ã ããŠčĻãĻãã
What happens at the center of the world
It doesn't rain in New York
It doesn't make no sense to me
It doesn't rain in New York
It doesn't make no sense to me
People who live on the clouds can see all they wanna see
Why don't you, why don't you get really free?
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It doesn't rain in New York
It doesn't make no sense to me
It doesn't rain in New York
It doesn't make no sense to me