Well things were spinnin' round me
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And all my thoughts were cloudy
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And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me
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Been in so many places
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You know I've run so many races
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And looked into the empty faces of the people of the night
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And something is just not right, 'cause I know
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That I gotta get out of here
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I'm so alone
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Don't you know that I gotta get out of here
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'Cause New York's not my home
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Though all the streets are crowded
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There's somethin' strange about it
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I Lived there bout a year and I never once felt at home
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I thought I'd make the big time
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I learned a lot of lessons awful quick
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And now I'm tellin' you
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That they were not the nice kind
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And it's been so long since I have felt fine, that's the reason
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That I gotta get out of here
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I'm so alone
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Don't you know that I gotta get out of here
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'Cause New York's not my home
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New York's Not My Home
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| Jim Croce |
