| Well I left my home about an hour ago
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| Loaded Blood On The Tracks on my radio
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| Took the train uptown to downtown ya know
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| And I’m just a little lost now
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| Disembarked that train around 2nd Ave
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| Hoped to grab my bearings, hoped to cool my head
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| Cut down an alley but it turned up dead
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| Oh I’m just a little lost now
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| Oh I’m just a little lost
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| Looking all the way across town
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| Staring at the bricks in the walls
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| Of the buildings spinning around
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| I’m New York City found
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| So I made my way down to Houston Street
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| Turned the corner on Thompson shuffling a beat
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| Stopped for a beer at the Baggot to rest my feet
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| Oh I’m still a little lost now
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| Headed back down to Bleeker to hear the sounds
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| But the music I heard was bringing me down
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| Oh gone are the days of Dylan & Simon & Lou
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| And the Underground
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| Oh I’m just a little lost
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| Looking all the way across town
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| Staring at the bricks in the walls
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| Of the buildings spinning around
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| I’m New York City found
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| And all my life I’ve been
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| Waiting on a train
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| To make my name
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| To make my life
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| More simpler and more sane
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| More sun than rain
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| More love than pain
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| Oh I’m just a little lost
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| Looking all the way across town
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| Staring at the bricks in the walls
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| Of the buildings spinning around
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| I’m New York City found |