| Look at the city
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| Sinking like a ship
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| Look at that tired river boil
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| Look at that chain of cars piling up
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| Look at that city of toil
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| A rich man is cursing
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| Behind the wheel
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| Of a jacked up Cadillac Benz
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| An ambulance crawling
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| Crippled by the traffic
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| While the indifferent night descends
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| A playground full of children
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| The laughing sound of children
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| Sirens in the city
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| But lord how I love this town
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| Sirens in the city
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| But lord how I love this town
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| Crime in the streets
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| It’s almost more than I can bear
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| It happened again last week
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| But nobody seems to care and
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| I ride across the river
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| I visit my poor old ma
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| Ride the subway back into Manhattan
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| Oh buddy
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| There’s no such thing as the law
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| So who’s gonna save the children?
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| Who’s gonna save the children?
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| Sirens in the city
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| But lord how I love this town
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| Sirens in the city
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| But lord how I love this town
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| You know I went out to make it better
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| And what thanks did I get?
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| Six long years
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| Across the bridge of tears
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| Well you ain’t seen nothing yet
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| You ain’t seen nothing yet |