| And I found a flower in a field
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| A field of cars and people
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| Rows of concrete, paint, and steel
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| Manhattan is where it grew
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| And I thought to cut it from its stem
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| And take it from the cracks
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| Between the bricks that it lay in
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| And save it from the city strife
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| Away from the city life
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| Then someone they whispered in my ear
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| A country girl can’t be made out of anybody here
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| Don’t touch it, it loves you not
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| Don’t touch it, it loves you not
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| Cause blue birds don’t fly without their wings
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| And when we put them in a cage
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| The world can’t hear them sing
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| So selfish when greed sets in
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| Possession, the king of sin
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| And people don’t ever let you down
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| Forever find a way to kill
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| Whatever life they’ve found
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| A heart beat and I want it too
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| Manhattan is where she grew |