| As I walk 42nd Street
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| Empty people’s empty glances I meet
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| Do they expect to find — Along with some piece of mind
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| That there’s someone out there — In this big city
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| Someone out there — Someone for me
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| Or is everyone alone in New York?
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| As the subway cars I ride
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| Holding on through the shifting tide
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| The people all look away — But in their silence they pray
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| That there’s someone out there — In this big city
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| Someone out there — Someone for me
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| Or is everyone alone in New York?
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| At night the man by her side
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| Pretends to sleep but his eyes are wide
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| And as the morning comes one nights work
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| So quickly undone
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| There are so many to hold — In this big city
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| But when will I find — Someone for me
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| Or is everyone alone in New York?
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| As I walk 42nd Street Empty people’s empty glances I meet Do they expect to
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| find — Along with some piece of mind That there’s someone out there — In this
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| big city Someone out there — Someone for me Or is everyone alone in New York?
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| As the subway cars I ride Holding on through the shifting tide The people all
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| look away — But in their silence they pray That there’s someone out there — In
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| this big city Someone out there — Someone for me Or is everyone alone in New
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| York? |
| At night the man by her side Pretends to sleep but his eyes are wide And
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| as the morning comes one nights work so quickly undone There are so many to
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| hold — In this big city But when will I find — Someone for me Or is everyone
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| alone in New York? |