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In New York freedom looks like many choices
In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices
Voices in the cell phone
Voices from home
Voices of the hard sell
Voices down the stairwell
In New York, just got a place in New York
In New York summers get hot, well into the hundreds
You canґt walk around the block without a cange of clothinґ
Hot as a dryer in your face
Hot as a handbag and a can of mace
In New York, I just got a place in New York
(New York,New York, New York)
In New York you can forget, forget how to sit still
Tell yourself you will stay in
But itґs down to Alphaville
New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York
The Irish have been coming here for years
Feel like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt
They even got the police
Irish, Italian, Jews and Hispanic
Religius nuts, political fanatics in the stew
Livinґhappily not like me and you
Thatґs where I lost you... New York
New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York
In New York I lost it all
To you and your vices
Still Iґm stayinґon to figure out my mid life crisis
I hit an iceberg in my life
But you know Iґm still afloat
You lose your balance, you lose your wife
in the queue for the lifeboat
You got to put the woman and children first
But youґve got an unquenchable thirst for New York
In the stillness of the evening
When the sun has had its day
I heard your voice a-whispering
Come away Child
New York, New York
