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There's a million Jews in New York |
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And I'm one of them! |
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There's a million stars in the sky |
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And a million cars on the West Side Highway |
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Back at home, I didn't feel this free |
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Up and down the boulevard, I could hear them scream |
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"Hey faggot", "How much?" |
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"I'm gonna kick your ass motherfucker" |
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But I held my head up high |
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Let them suffocate and die |
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In their ordinary lives |
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There's two hundred punks in the park |
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And I'm one of them! |
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There's a place to go |
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After all these years of feeling alone |
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Back at home, walking down the street |
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People pulled their kids aside |
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Like I was some kind of disease |
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But as much as I tried to hide |
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And plug my ears it hurt inside |
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It curled up and wounded my pride |
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There's a million Jews in New York |
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And I'm one of them! |
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There's a million stars in the sky |
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And a million cars on the West Side Highway |
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As I ride, I can feel the street |
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Like a river, it flows rapidly |
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Through the city, it propels |
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Me towards a tragic, bloody crash oh well |
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An inch from death seems to be |
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The only place to find some peace |
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The only place to ride a bike and |
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Feel alive and find a sense of pride |
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And dignity |
