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It Used To Be Space, Now it’s Here

Notes

coming back to New York in 2005 and being lost.

Lyrics

I forgot I was walking south without the towers in sight I could swear it was right by Ear, but I must not be right

This street? This block? Retreat? Jaywalk? Circles and circles. Keep walking.

Was it across from the park? Where John met his Mark?

Or off Dekalb Ave? Where Nicky the Knife got stabbed?

It’s not there no more.