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And now I know |
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Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say |
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I thought I knew |
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But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City |
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Until you've seen this trash can dream come true |
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You stand at the edge while people run you through |
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And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you |
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I thank the Lord there's people out there like you |
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While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters |
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Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers |
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Turn around and say good morning to the night |
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For unless they see the sky |
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But they can't and that is why |
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They know not if it's dark outside or light |
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This Broadway's got |
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It's got a lot of songs to sing |
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If I knew the tunes I might join in |
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I'll go my way alone |
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Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City |
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Subway's no way for a good man to go down |
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Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown |
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And I thank the Lord for the people I have found |
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I thank the Lord for the people I have found |
