Once I hated this city,
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Now it can't get me down.
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Slushy, humid and gritty,
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What a pretty town.
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What, thought I, could be duller,
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More depressing, less gay.
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Now my favourite colour
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Is grey.
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A wall of rain as it turns to sleet,
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The lack of sun on a one-way street,
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I love the grime all the time.
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And what more do I need?
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My window pane has a lovely view:
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An inch of sky and a fly or two.
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Why, I can see half a tree.
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And what more do I need?
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The dusk is thick and it's galling;
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It simply can't be excused.
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In winter even the falling snow looks
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Used.
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My window pane may not give much light,
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But I see you, so the view is bright.
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If I can love you, I'll pay the dirt no heed!
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With your love, what more do I need?
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Someone shouting for quiet,
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Someone starting a brawl,
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Down the block there's a riot,
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And I'll buy it all!
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Listen, now I'm ecstatic,
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Hold me close and be still.
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Hear the lovely pneumatic
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Drill!
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A subway train thunders through the Bronx,
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A taxi horn on the corner honks.
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But I adore ev'ry roar.
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And what more do I need?
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I hear a crane making street repairs,
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A two-ton child running wild upstairs.
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Steam pipes bang,sirens clang,
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And what more do I need?
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The neighbours yell in the summer,
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The landlord yells in the fall,
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So loud I can't hear the plumber
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Pound the wall.
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An aeroplane roars across the bay,
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But I can hear you as clear as day:
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You said you love me
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Above the sound and speed.
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With your love,
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What more do I need?
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What More Do I Need?
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| Sarah Brightman |
