| New York City’s like a graveyard
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| All the corpses like the way I play my guitar
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| You’ve gotta be cute if you wanna get far
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| New York City’s like a graveyard
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| All the tombstones—sky scraping
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| All the rock stars double dating
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| So if you hate me, go on hating
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| You’ve been waiting your whole life for this moment to be waiting
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| We’ve got it
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| We’ve got it
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| We’ve got it
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| We’ve got it
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| All those hookers in their fucking car
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| Twelve stepping hippies hanging out at the bar
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| Suckers and fuckers and stupid retards
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| New York City’s like a graveyard
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| We’ve got it
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| We’ve got it
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| We’ve got it
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| We’ve got it
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| All the yuppies getting married
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| All the yuppies getting buried
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| Singing in this city’s like singing on the prairie
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| New York City’s like a cemetary |