| Harry got up
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| Dressed all in black
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| Went down to the station
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| And he never came back
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| They found his clothing
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| Scattered somewhere down the track
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| And he won’t be down on Wall Street
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| In the morning
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| He had a home
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| The love of a girl
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| But men get lost sometimes
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| As years unfurl
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| One day he crossed some line
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| And he was too much in this world
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| But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore
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| In a New York Minute
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| Everything can change
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| In a New York Minute
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| Things can get pretty strange
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| In a New York Minute
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| Everything can change
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| In a New York Minute
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| Lying here in the darkness
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| I hear the sirens wail
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| Somebody going to emergency
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| Somebody’s going to jail
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| If you find somebody to love in this world
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| You better hang on tooth and nail
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| The wolf is always at the door
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| In a New York Minute
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| Everything can change
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| In a New York Minute
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| Things can get pretty strange
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| In a New York Minute
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| Everything can change
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| In a New York Minute
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| And in these days
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| When darkness falls early
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| And people rush home
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| To the ones they love
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| You better take a fool’s advice
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| And take care of your own
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| One day they’re here
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| Next day they’re gone
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| I pulled my coat around my shoulders
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| And took a walk down through the park
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| The leaves were falling around me
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| The groaning city in the gathering dark
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| On some solitary rock
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| A desperate lover left his mark
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| «Baby, I’ve changed. |
| Please come back»
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| What the head makes cloudy
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| The heart makes very clear
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| The days were so much brighter
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| In the time when she was here
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| But I know there’s somebody somewhere
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| Make these dark clouds disappear
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| Until that day, I have to believe
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| I believe, I believe
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| In a New York Minute
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| Everything can change
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| In a New York Minute
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| Things can get pretty strange
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| In a New York Minute
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| Everything can change
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| In a New York Minute |