| In lovely New York,
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| there’s a spring in my step again
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| Springs in my bed again,
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| the kids kiss and the hydrant is on.
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| In lovely New York, there’s a call in the air again,
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| I’ll meet you on the fourth again,
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| I’m stepping out on Spring street alone.
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| And I’m still high, it’s the constant kicks that keeps me stoned.
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| It’s not that I don’t love her, I just can’t go home.
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| In lovely New York, there’s a scream and it pushes me,
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| through subways and pharmacies, I’ve got that and I want ten more.
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| In lovely New York,
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| the steam from the ground is real,
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| a scene from a ferris wheel, I’m going up 44 floors.
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| And I’m still high,
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| the constant kicks that keeps me gone.
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| It’s not that I don’t love her, I just can’t go home.
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| I just can’t go home…
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| In lovely New York, I’m all hard and hound again,
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| I kiss the ground again, it kissed me first and got it hurt.
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| In lovely New York, the lamppost is on again,
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| I’m hugging it as my best friend, I’m on the limb again,
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| familiar for mingle in,
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| the sidewalk is closing in,
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| it’s constantly hammering, constantly hammering,
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| what’s that we believe in in,
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| 'cause I’m still high, it’s the constant kicks that keep me stoned.
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| It’s not that I don’t love her, I just can’t go home…
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| I just can’t go home…
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| I wanna go home…
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| Just can’t go… home. |