| Things were spinnin' 'round me
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| And all my thoughts were cloudy
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| And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me
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| Been in so many places
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| You know I've run so many races
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| I looked into the empty faces of the people of the night
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| Somethin' is just not right
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| 'Cause I know that I gotta get outta here
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| I'm so alone
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| Don't you know that I gotta get outta here
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| 'Cause New York's not my home
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| Though all the streets are crowded
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| There's somethin' strange about it
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| I lived there 'bout a year and I never once felt at home
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| I thought I'd make the big time
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| I learned a lot of lessons awful quick, and now I'm
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| Tellin' you, that they were not the nice kind
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| It has been so long since I have felt fine
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| That's the reason that I gotta get outta here
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| I'm so alone
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| Don't you know that I gotta get outta here
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| 'Cause New York's not my home
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| That's the reason that I gotta get outta here
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| I'm so alone
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| Don't you know that I gotta get outta here
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| 'Cause New York's not my home |