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New York, scorching in the summer I sweat underneath my lover Is it too late, is it too late for me? East side, my infatuation My guy, inflicted and impatient Is it too late, is it too late for me? I wander the lobby of the Chelsea Hotel I dream about begging to sleep in a cell Oh, I wanna live like Patti Smith I wanna fear God with a self-made grit Don’t wanna suffer the age I’m in Mornings, day old bread you found me My lungs, blackened like my coffee Is it too late, is it too late for me? My dress, frayed and full of memory I choose romance over cleanly Is it too late, is it too late for me? I wander of the lobby of the Chelsea Hotel I dream about begging to sleep in a cell Letras de cancionesOh, I wanna live like Patti Smith I wanna fear God with a self-made grit Don’t wanna suffer the age I’m in Oh, I wanna live like Patti Smith I wanna make love and destroy with it Don’t wanna suffer the age I’m in Today feels so hard and I’m searching for why I’m pining for something thats so far behind Yeah, I wanna live like Patti Smith I wanna fear God with a self-made grit Don’t wanna suffer the age I’m in Oh, I wanna live like Patti Smith I wanna make love and destroy with it Don’t wanna suffer the age I’m in Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh From Letras Mania