| Blinded by the sun, the dying night
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| Closed her eyes
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| Giants of concrete and glas
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| Blotted out the light from my eyes
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| New York City is a jungle without trees
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| Walking down the street
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| My spirit was dying
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| Waterlilies were fighting
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| New York is a jungle without tears
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| Step by step, a man like you and me
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| Followed his white funeral
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| A smiling lady pushed a luminous coffin
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| Into a dark yellow pushcart
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| Beggars and tramps were joking
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| Slaver on their lips
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| A crocodile was joining us
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| «You 're all my friends «he said
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| «Don't be afraid…»
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| «I only want to give you pleasure
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| And take a little thing from you…»
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| «Believe in me! |
| I’m a man of repute»
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| Beggars and tramps were joking
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| Slaver on their lips
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| A crocodile was joining us
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| «You 're all my friends «he said
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| «Don't be afraid…»
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| Last night in Hong Kong
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| With my best friend Shung Long
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| I read a sparkling jaw
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| Fell back upon New York City
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| Beggars and tramps were joking
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| Slaver on their lips
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| A crocodile was joining us
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| «You 're all my friends «he said
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| «Don't be afraid…»
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| «I only want to give you pleasure
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| And take a little thing from you…» |