I was missing NYC like a fiend
Like a crack whore snorting vaseline
I miss the sounds, the late night hounds
the endless screaming sirens
Take me right back up to the top
Where the trains and the buses never stop
Where the ladies glow and
The money flows
Most of it goes right into your nose

But I've got to stay,
Yes I've got to find a better way

Yeah that's where all the cool people are
in the city where they'll make you a star
I used to believe in the city of dreams, until I woke up from that nightmare

But I've got to stay,
Yes I've got to find a better way

Hanging around with cool folks
is pretty demanding work
Especially when way deep down
they know I'm a jerk, I can't find no work
I can't even get on the payroll

But I've got to stay,
Yes I've got to find a better way


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