New York, ’94 (revisited, revised)

by DBLevin

The doctor said Don’t trust people
who don’t smoke pot or listen to Dylan
don’t trust people who don’t like the beach
and don’t ever trust people
who say they don’t like dogs

and then he walked into the ocean
and just disappeared for awhile
well he found love in some guitarist’s apartment
I guess in the end we find ourselves in our friends
while we crash in the waves together

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