| New York, I Love You
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| But you’re bringing me down
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| New York, I Love You
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| But you’re bringing me down
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| Like a rat in a cage
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| Pulling minimum wage
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| New York, I Love You
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| But you’re bringing me down
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| New York, you’re safer
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| And you’re wasting my time
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| Our records all show
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| You are filthy but fine
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| But they shuttered your stores
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| When you opened the doors
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| To the cops who were bored
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| Once they’d run out of crime
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| New York, you’re perfect
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| Don’t please don’t change a thing
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| Your mild billionaire mayor’s
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| Now convinced he’s a king
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| So the boring collect
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| I mean all disrespect
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| In the neighborhood bars
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| I’d once dreamt I would drink
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| New York, I Love You
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| But you’re freaking me out
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| There’s a ton of the twist
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| But we’re fresh out of shout
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| Like a death in the hall
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| That you hear through your wall
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| New York, I Love You
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| But you’re freaking me out
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| New York, I Love You
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| But you’re bringing me down
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| New York, I Love You
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| But you’re bringing me down
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| Like a death of the heart
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| Jesus, where do I start?
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| But you’re still the one pool
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| Where I’d happily drown
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| And oh. |
| Take me off your mailing list
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| For kids that think it still exists
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| Yes, for those who think it still exists
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| Maybe I’m wrong
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| And maybe you’re right
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| Maybe I’m wrong
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| And maybe you’re right
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| Maybe you’re right
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| Maybe I’m wrong
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| And just maybe you’re right
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| And Oh.
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| Maybe mother told you true
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| And they’re always be something there for you
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| And you’ll never be alone
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| But maybe she’s wrong
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| And maybe I’m right
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| And just maybe she’s wrong
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| Maybe she’s wrong
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| And maybe I’m right
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| And if so, is there? |