| New York City was a stich in time
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| When I stood all I could of LA
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| Patchin' up the pieces of my tangled mind
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| Diggin' somethin' different every day, yeah
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| Soon as I was better I was movin' on
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| Gettin' it together, gettin' good and gone
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| And by (gettin' by) high (good and high)
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| And strange (gonna get some strange)
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| New ain’t nothin' but a state of mind
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| Keeps a man from missin' what he left behind
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| I’ll take anything that I can find
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| Anyhow, anywhere, anyway, anytime
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| I’ll keep livin' till the day I die
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| As long as I can get it up for one more try
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| Gettin' by (gettin' by) high (good and high)
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| And strange (gonna get some strange)
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| New ain’t nothin' but a state of mind
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| Keeps a man from missin' what he left behind
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| I’ll take anything that I can find
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| Anyhow, anywhere, anyway, anytime
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| I’ll keep livin' till the day I die
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| As long as I can get it up for one more try
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| Gettin' by (gettin' by) high (good and high)
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| And strange (gonna get some strange)
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| Gettin' by (gettin' by) high (good and high)
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| And strange (gonna get some strange)
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| Gettin' by (gettin' by) high (good and high)
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| And strange (gonna get some strange) |