| New York, I’ll make do in a place that isn’t you
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| Though I once had a dream of making my debut
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| On your salty frozen streets where I could be another face
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| New York I’ll make do without you
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| Now I pay my taxes in a town I never grew into
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| Where the buildings aren’t as tall, and the baseball team is blue
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| And the bagels aren’t as hot, and the people aren’t as cold
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| Oh New York I really wish that it was you
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| Well I’d roll into Grand Central just myself and a guitar
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| And I take it meet the avenues play for subway cars
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| If I trid that here they’d push m on the tracks before the train
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| New York this city’s close but no cigar
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| And I’d love to trade my car keys for a ride on MTA
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| Cause I find myself in traffic nearly 5 hours a day
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| Ain’t no way to please the bookers when you’re late for all your shows
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| Oh New York you’ve got to save me from LA
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| Living in the Village is the life I want someday
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| Take a stroll along MacDougal Street and sit at a cafe
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| But without a million dollars I can’t even spend a day
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| Oh New York I can’t afford you anyway
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| New York, I can’t afford you anyway, no, no
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| New York, I can’t afford you anyway |