The Incubent Songtext

New York, New York, I won't go back--indelible reminder of the steel I lack. I gave you seven years, what did you give me back? A jaw-grind, disposition to a panic attack.

On this side, the incumbent. And who quoth: There's only one everything. Red sucker mouth.
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