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In New York....
....freedom looks like....
....too many choices.
In New York....
....I found....
....a friend....
....to drown out the other voices.
Voices on the cell phone....
....voices from home.
Voices through 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 can't walk around the block....
....without a change of clothing.
Hot as a hairdryer....
....in your face.
Hot as a handbag....
....in a can of mace.
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 it's down....
....to Alphaville!
New York....
New York....
....New York!
New York....
....New York.
New York!
The Irish been coming here for years....
....feel like they own the place.
They got the airport, city hall....
....asphalt, dance hall....
....they even got the police!
Irish....
....Italians....
....Jews and Hispanics....
....religious nuts....
....political fanatics....
....in the stew.
How could we not like you?
That's where I lost you....
....New York!
New York, New York....
New York....
New York, New York....
New York....
....ah-oooh.
New York....
....ah-oooh.
In New York....
....I lost it all....
....to you....
....and your vices.
Still, I'm staying on a figure-out....
....mid-life crisis.
I hit an iceberg....
....in my life.
Y'know, I'm....
....still a-float.
You lose your balance....
....lose your wife....
....in the queue....
....for the lifeboat.
You gotta put the women and children first....
....but you've got an unquenchable thirst....
....for New York!
New York....
New York....
New York....
....New York!
In the stillness of the evening....
....when the sun has had it's day....
....I heard your voice whispering....
...."Come away now."
New, New York!
New....
New York....
....ah-oooh.
(New York)
"New York"
By
U2
....freedom looks like....
....too many choices.
In New York....
....I found....
....a friend....
....to drown out the other voices.
Voices on the cell phone....
....voices from home.
Voices through 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 can't walk around the block....
....without a change of clothing.
Hot as a hairdryer....
....in your face.
Hot as a handbag....
....in a can of mace.
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 it's down....
....to Alphaville!
New York....
New York....
....New York!
New York....
....New York.
New York!
The Irish been coming here for years....
....feel like they own the place.
They got the airport, city hall....
....asphalt, dance hall....
....they even got the police!
Irish....
....Italians....
....Jews and Hispanics....
....religious nuts....
....political fanatics....
....in the stew.
How could we not like you?
That's where I lost you....
....New York!
New York, New York....
New York....
New York, New York....
New York....
....ah-oooh.
New York....
....ah-oooh.
In New York....
....I lost it all....
....to you....
....and your vices.
Still, I'm staying on a figure-out....
....mid-life crisis.
I hit an iceberg....
....in my life.
Y'know, I'm....
....still a-float.
You lose your balance....
....lose your wife....
....in the queue....
....for the lifeboat.
You gotta put the women and children first....
....but you've got an unquenchable thirst....
....for New York!
New York....
New York....
New York....
....New York!
In the stillness of the evening....
....when the sun has had it's day....
....I heard your voice whispering....
...."Come away now."
New, New York!
New....
New York....
....ah-oooh.
(New York)
"New York"
By
U2
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