Come see the vampires of New York
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Come lose your mind in Central Park
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But don't leave your soul behind
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Come take in 8th street after dark
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Such peculiar people you'll remark
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You might even see a murder
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And all the whores on Bleecker Street
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They wear the blissful grin
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Caused by the drugs they take
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To relieve them of their sins
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And "oh lord I think she's dying"
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I heard somebody say
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I think she's dying
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And "oh oh lord I think she's dying"
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Or maybe she's already dead
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And maybe she's gone to Mars
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Maybe we could even write
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Her epitaph in the stars
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It'd say "If you go away from here...
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If you go a million miles..."
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Come downtown to see them go
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Into the den of the vampires of New York
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But please watch your step
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As you're getting off, kids
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The Vampires Of New York
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Marcy Playground |