There's diamonds in the avenue
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As the dayshift turns to night
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In the Empire dinner dreaming
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Hard rain, fluorescent lights
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As the waitress fills my coffee cup
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And the working girls go by
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Drenched Irish Cops are dreaming sex
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And peep show alibis
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Everything underneath the skyline
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From the east side to the west
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I see the miracles in real time
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And there's one I've loved the best
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See there's an angel on the D train
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As she's flying to my world
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And I'm waiting for a N.Y.C. girl
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Times Square looks like Avalon
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In a Disney morphine dream
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Dylan Thomas rides a white horse drunk
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At the counter next to me
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I wake up in the bed sometimes
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And watch her as she sleeps
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In the silence and the sirens
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I pray her soul to keep
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Chorus
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The catherine wheel burns bright tonight
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Down on the avenue
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But nowhere near as bright, my love
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As the fire that burns for you
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Everything underneath the skyline
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From the east side to the west
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Of the lives I've lived and those I've known
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There is one I've loved the best
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See there's an angel on the C train
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As she's flying to my world
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And I'm waiting for a N.Y.C. girl
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And I'm waiting for a N.Y.C. girl
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NYC Girl
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| John Waite |
