| Bright lights, the big city, went straight to my baby’s head
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| She never listened to a word of what her daddy said
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| The music and the parties and the laughter turned her on
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| She lost herself in running
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| And all we had was gone
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| That’s the year my dream died in New York City
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| That’s the year I had to leave that town
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| That’s the year, people, my dream died in New York City
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| That’s the year I left without a sound
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| Bottles are all empty and we sang an awful song
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| Thank the lord that New York City people love the strong
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| I think of all the good times when my cup overflowed
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| Ain’t it funny, baby
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| That we’ve taken different roads
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| That’s the year my dream died in New York City
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| That’s the year I had to leave that town
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| That’s the year, people, my dream died in New York City
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| That’s the year I left without a sound
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| There’ll always be a little New York City in my heart
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| Though this country soul of mine I knew right from the start
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| Saints of stone are lonely in the old cathedral hall
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| Perhaps they knew before the rest that I had to leave it all
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| That’s the year my dream died in New York City
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| That’s the year I had to leave that town
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| That’s the year, my dream died in New York City
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| That’s the year I left without a sound
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| My dream died in New York City
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| That’s the year I
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| That’s the year my dream died in New York City
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| That’s the year I had to leave that town |