| Standing on a rooftop, overlooking the park
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| Eyes are glowing in the dark
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| The smell of horses lingers in the air
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| It feels like something else is out there
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| Maybe love is in New York City
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| Fluorescent streets might lead me to it
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| I’ve been to Barcelona, Lima, and Hong Kong
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| If it was here, I never knew it
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| If it was here all along
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| The clouds are low and cast a misty spell
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| As if they’ve got a story to tell
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| A constellation overhead
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| A cross like an ancient gift something, let me here
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| Maybe love is in New York City
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| Fluorescent streets might lead me to it
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| I’ve been to Barcelona, Lima, and Hong Kong
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| If it was here, I never knew it
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| If it was here all along
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| Is it ever too late?
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| To do what’s never been done
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| Things change and they’re never quite the same
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| For anyone
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| Never understandin'
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| But now that people told me
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| This city own its own mess
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| Like arms still hold me
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| I just heard traffic rushin' past
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| Everything goin', goin' too fast
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| Everything goin', goin' too fast
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| Maybe love is in New York City
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| Fluorescent streets might lead me to it
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| I’ve been to Barcelona, Lima, and Hong Kong
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| If it was here, I never knew it
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| If it was here all along |