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There's a pale winter moon in the sky coming through my window |
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And the park is laid out like a bed below |
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It's a cold, dark night and my heart melts like the snow |
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And the bells of New York City tell me not to go |
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It's always this time of year that my thoughts undo me |
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With the ghosts of many lifetimes all abound |
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But from these mad heights I can always hear the sound |
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Of the bells of New York City singing all around |
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Stay with me oh stay with me |
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Refuge from these broken dreams |
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Wait right here oh wait with me |
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On silent snow filled streets |
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Sing to me one song for joy and one for redemption |
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And whatever is in between that I call mine |
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With the street lamp light to illuminate the grey |
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And the bells of New York City calling me to stay |
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The bells of New York City calling me to stay |