| I’ve been walking down on fifth street
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| Took the A train all the way to fifty nine
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| Hanging round Columbus circle
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| I’m just drifting as the day turns into night
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| I’m a little bit tired
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| I’m a little hungover
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| I don’t know how to spend the day
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| As the city gets brighter
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| In the morning I wonder
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| How I let you slip away
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| Cause I’m in New York, I’m in New York
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| And nothing here has changed
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| But without you here in New York
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| Nothing feels the same
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| I paint a picture of the future
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| But the future’s just a picture of your face
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| 'Cause I used to be here with ya
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| Now I’m here alone, the future’s been erased
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| You go on and I don’t know
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| If I ever feel at home without you near
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| Still my poster’s there with you
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| Am I suppose to make it through without you here?
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| Yeah
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| I’m a little bit tired
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| I’m a little hungover
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| I don’t know how to spend the day
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| As the city gets brighter
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| In the morning I wonder
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| How I let you slip away
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| Cause I’m in New York, I’m in New York
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| And nothing here has changed
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| But without you here in New York
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| Nothing feels the same
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| Here in New York…
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| I’m a little bit tired
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| I’m a little hungover
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| I don’t know how to spend the day
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| As the city gets brighter
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| In the morning I wonder
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| How I let you slip away
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| I’m in New York, I’m in New York
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| And nothing here has changed
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| But without you here in New York
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| Nothing feels the same
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| Cause I’m in New York, I’m in New York
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| And nothing here has changed
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| But without you here in New York
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| Nothing feels the same |