| I was in New York
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| Brooklyn, New York overnight
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| Drove down the interstate, in a state
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| There were no cheap flights
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| And I don’t like heights
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| You know that or you might not
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| I like things that take their time
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| Take your time
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| On the J — Z lines
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| People are rushing and honking
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| Some people like watching
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| Some people like talking
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| I was at the MOMA
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| Just having a moment
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| Alone with Van Gogh
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| No tourists, no photos
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| It was just me and the strokes
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| If I had a sharpie, just something to mark it
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| I could be a terrorist, a vandal, an artist
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| It’s all so fragile
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| New York, I love you but.
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| I was in Toronto
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| Early in the morning
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| Sun in eyes
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| Ain’t no songs about its streets
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| No CBGB’s or deli meats
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| No famous slice
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| But that’s kinda nice
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| You know that or you might not
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| If I had the money
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| Or someone who loved me
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| A dream I could sell
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| To the wolves up on wall street
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| A gig with a gaggle of girls at the Bowery
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| The city, the lights
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| I was made for this country!
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| Or maybe I’ll stay
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| Maybe I’ll stay
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| Maybe I’ll stay
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| New York, maybe but not now. |