| I’m losing faith
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| It’s hard to see
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| The same mistakes staring back at me
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| There’s a city haze
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| I’m sinking in
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| And thinking 'bout quitting here again
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| Heard the sound of a voice of an arrogant man
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| He said «New York is all over, yeah the scene is dead»
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| But there’s a guy on the stage wearing paper mache
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| And his heart in his hands
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| There’s still love
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| In these streets
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| Right here in a city that bleeds
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| Said it’s enough
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| Just to be
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| Right here in a city that dreams
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| From the bridge
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| I see the lights
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| Of starry-eyed dreamers in the night
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| There’s a window here
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| That’s meant for me
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| And promises whispered in my sleep
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| Heard the sound of a voice of an arrogant man
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| He said «New York is all over, yeah the scene is dead»
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| But there’s a girl on the drums getting ready to jump
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| And she’s not gonna land
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| There’s still love
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| In these streets
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| Right here in a city that bleeds
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| Said it’s enough
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| Just to be
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| Right here in a city that dreams
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| New York
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| I don’t know
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| How I could ever let go
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| There’s still love
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| In these streets
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| Right here in a city that bleeds
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| There’s still love
|
| In these streets
|
| Right here in a city that bleeds
|
| Said it’s enough
|
| Just to be
|
| Right here in a city that dreams
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| New York
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| I don’t know
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| How I could ever let go
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| There’s still love
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| In these streets
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| Right here in a city that bleeds |