| Girl your not on the phone
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| So why your talking so loud
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| You seem a little too proud
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| What the hell are you all about
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| He’s gotta place on ninth street
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| She ain’t been home in a week
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| Let’s go meet up with our friends
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| And have a smoke in the heap
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| Don’t be nervous
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| Who’s gonna tell
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| There’s no one around, but me
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| To be young in New York City
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| To be young in New York City
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| On the train last week
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| I bumped into my friends
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| Said there’s a party near the pier
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| I hoped she might be there
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| Oh did you hear about him
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| And his little broken heart
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| They said that he was untrue
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| I heard she fucked half the block
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| To be young in New York City
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| To be young in New York City
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| A generation of jokes
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| Directionless, on our feet
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| So take a seat on the curb
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| I got no place to be
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| She said what are your goals
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| Where are your ambitious needs
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| Well I guess they must be in my other jeans
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| To be young in New york city
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| To be young in New york city
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| To be young in New york city
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| To be young in New york city
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| While you sit on the phone
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| You can’t be who you want to become
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| When your rich and young
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| When your rich and young
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| When your rich and dumb
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| When your rich and young |