| So, here we go
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| With my faith and my hand’s really shook up
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| Airplane, take us away to New York City
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| Music critique, record pressed
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| Carolina, southern Carolina
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| Listen to me sing, New york City
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| And if your heart is broken
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| You’ll find fellowship with me
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| And if your ears are open
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| You’ll hear honesty from me, tonight
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| Hair on my head, tongue in my mouth
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| I have got it all figured out
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| Open up your heart tonight, New York City
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| Tongue in my ear, hair in my mouth
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| I want you to figure me out
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| Open up your arms tonight, New York City
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| And if your heart is broken
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| You’ll find fellowship with me
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| And if your ears are open
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| You’ll hear honesty from me, tonight |