New York , she sits and crys
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She¡¯s had her moment of glory
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Stands up then she took the dive
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From the sixty first story
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Now I don¡¯t know how it evens out
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Once I saw there¡¯s nothing there in her eyes
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But she goes on and on, she goes on
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New York, now that I¡¯ve arrived
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It¡¯s like a joke that ain¡¯t funny
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It ain¡¯t how you spend your time
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Its what you get for your money
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But I don¡¯t know how I stayed alive
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I¡¯m infatuated with the human mind
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And I go on and on I go on and on
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But I don¡¯t know how we will survive
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¡®Cos it feels if we are running out of time
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And we go on and on , on and on
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Can we go on ¡¦
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For Your Money
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| Daniel Merriweather |
