| New York City rain
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| Don’t know if it’s makin' me
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| Dirty or clean
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| Went for the subway but there was no train
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| And the tunnel was grumbling for repairs again
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| And the sign says welcome to American Jerusalem
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| I’ve been around
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| You could spend forever
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| Makin' a friend in this town
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| All you get to do
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| Is lay your dollar down
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| Until you’re stumbling drunk up the stairs again
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| And the sign says welcome to American Jerusalem
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| In the temples of American Jerusalem
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| They buy an ounce of South African gold
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| They don’t care who was bought or sold
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| Or who died to mine it
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| In the temples of American Jerusalem
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| They buy an ounce of Marseille white
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| Somewhere on a street with no light
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| Somebody dies tryin' it
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| Then somewhere in a crowd
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| Lookin' that kinda way
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| That’ll make you turn around
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| There’ll be somebody who knows
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| What it’s about
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| And he’ll take the ribbons from your hair again
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| And welcome you to American Jerusalem
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| In the alleys of American Jerusalem
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| The homeless lie down at the dawn
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| The pretty people wonder what they’re on
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| And how they afford it
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| In the ashes of American Jerusalem
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| The prophets live their deaths out on the corner
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| The pretty people say there should’ve been a warnin'
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| But nobody heard it
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| Then shadows lick the sun
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| The streets are paved with
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| Footsteps on the run
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| Somebody musta got double
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| Cuz I got none
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| I forgot to collect my share again
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| So go west to breathe the cleansing air again
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| Go Niagara for your honeymoon again
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| Go on the road if you’re gonna sing your tune again
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| Go out to sea and learn to be a man again
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| Until you come on home to American Jerusalem |