Its midnight on torn streets
Its sunlight in ragged skies
But no-matter where I am
I already miss you.
Its latenight on the radio show
Its bright eyes on television screens
But no-matter what they say
I already miss you.
Its soft cries in the parklands
Its shattered ties in hollow stores
But no-matter what I dream
I already miss you.
Its harsh fights on the court steps
Its smooth guys on the boulevard
But no-matter who I’m with
I already miss you.
Its high flights in the lost blues
Its stunning sights in the city
But no-matter when it is
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