But if I'm awake this time, this time I'll know. All over your eyes, the storm is nearly over, nearly over.

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I had one of those holy-shit-this-is-too-perfect moments. Walking along the dock in Chelsea on an absolutely beautiful day, trying to take a picture despite the blinding sun, and this song comes on shuffle as I snap this photo:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXRLEyIoJZA

Summer time and the wind is blowing outsidein lower Chelsea And I don’t know what I’m doing in this city The sun is always in my eyes…
Where’s the soul I want to know New York City is evil The surface is everything But I could never do that Someone would see through that And this is the last time We’ll be friends again And I’ll get over you And you’ll wonder who I am And there’s this burning, Just like there’s always been I’ve never been so alone, alone And I’ve, and I’ve I’ve never been so alive

I had one of those holy-shit-this-is-too-perfect moments. Walking along the dock in Chelsea on an absolutely beautiful day, trying to take a picture despite the blinding sun, and this song comes on shuffle as I snap this photo:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXRLEyIoJZA

Summer time and the wind is blowing outside
in lower Chelsea 
And I don’t know what I’m doing in this city 
The sun is always in my eyes…

Where’s the soul I want to know 
New York City is evil 
The surface is everything 
But I could never do that 
Someone would see through that 
And this is the last time 
We’ll be friends again 
And I’ll get over you 
And you’ll wonder who I am 
And there’s this burning, 
Just like there’s always been 
I’ve never been so alone, alone 
And I’ve, and I’ve 
I’ve never been so alive