| Life and death in an alley way
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| Just a heartbeat away from a ma-a-an
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| Who’s learned to turn his head away
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| From the pai-ain that drai-ains the la-and
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| Harlem’s not too far from here
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| You can smell the garbage, feel the fear
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| I hear they’re gonna build a skyscraper there-ere
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| As if we didn’t need the extra air-air
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| New York City blue-ues
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| In order to wi-in you’ve got to lo-o-ose
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| Old before your ti-ime
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| The dirt and the gri-ime get into everythi-ing
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| And the papers love to say-ay-ay
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| It’s the meanest town in the USABut I think it’s okay
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| It’s the town I’ve ma-ade my home
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| On another side of Park Avenue
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| Respectable folks don’t know-ow-ow
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| Hungry eyes take in the view
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| Of the wor-orld that lay-ays them low-ow
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| Too many years on a welfare line
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| The old song and da-ance ti-ime after time
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| You can only get so pushed arou-ound
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| Until you wanna tear the damn thing dow-own
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| Tear it dow-own
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| New York City blue-ues0In order to wi-in you’ve got to lo-ose
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| Old before your ti-i-ime
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| The dirt and the gri-ime get into everythi-ing
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| And the papers love to say-ay-ay
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| It’s the meanest town in the USA-a
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| But I think it’s okay
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| It’s the town I’ve made my ho-o-ome
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| New York City blue-ues
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| In order to wi-in you’ve got to lo-ose
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| Old before your ti-i-ime
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| The dirt and the gri-ime get into everythi-i-ing
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| And the papers love to say-ay-ay
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| It’s the meanest town in the USA-a
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| But I think it’s okay
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| It’s the town I’ve ma-ade my ho-o-ome |