Weathered by the New York sun
The elevator twenty-seven seconds later
She finds herself in the middle of his room
The taxicab is right outside
This is our time
Without a doubt I know this is our time
This is our time to stand alone
It is time to say goodbye
Severed from her only love out the window
His heart can't stay at bay
She finds herself in the backseat of a lie
Drive on, drive far away
Get up and go

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