| I’m out of reasons as the new moon hides away
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| A dusty empire in an unforgotten way
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| I’m still holding on to the hills of my birthplace
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| But I can’t go back to that hell
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| It’s a blur, my former self
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| I’ve had enough of hangin' in New York
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| Had enough of hangin' in New York
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| Ahhh, ahhh
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| I’ve had enough of hangin' in New York
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| Had enough of hangin' in New York
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| Ahhh, ahhh
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| Quite a culture to live so paper thin
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| I hear them screamin' at 4:30 AM
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| Look in the mirror, see that I’m the immigrant
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| The Pacific call to me
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| But the actors took everything
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| I’ve had enough of hangin' in New York
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| Had enough of hangin' in New York
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| Ahhh, ahhh
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| I’ve had enough of hangin' in New York
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| Had enough of hangin' in New York
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| Ahhh, ahhh
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| I watch the sunrise on Manhattan’s equinox
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| I slept no more and watched the students chase the cops
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| So much I can do from this little Brooklyn box
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| But I think it’s time to leave
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| I’ll remember her like a dream
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| I’ve had enough of hangin' in New York
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| Had enough of hangin' in New York
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| Ahhh, ahhh
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| I’ve had enough of hangin' in New York
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| Had enough of hangin' in New York
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| Ahhh, ahhh |