| You can say I’m lazy, slowly goin' crazy
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| Longin' for a taste of New York air
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| But what’s the since of talking, wastin' my breath
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| Cause I guess that you just had to be there
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| When all the candy was a nickel, people weren’t fickel
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| No one had a dime, but did they care
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| Talk about the good times, they were the best
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| But I guess that you just had to be there
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| A stick, a ball, a street was all we ever needed
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| And we were happy, happier then
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| So when I die I hope they say he overdosed on reminisin'
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| NYC is you I’m missin'
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| Give me a New Yorker, any old New Yorker
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| Bet we got a million songs to share
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| Laughin' on the outside, slightly depressed
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| Cause you know I’ll like to be there, guess you had to be there
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| If I could only be there now.
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| A stick, a ball, a street was all we ever needed
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| And we were happy, happier then
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| So when I die I hope they say he overdosed on reminesin'
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| NYC is you I’m missin'
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| Give me a New Yorker, any old New Yorker
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| I’ll Bet we got a million songs to share
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| Laughin' on the outside, slightly depressed
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| Cause you know I’ll like to be there, guess you had to be there
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| If I could only be there now. |