And now I know
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Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
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I thought I knew
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But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
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Until you've seen this trash can dreams come true
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You stand at the edge while people run you through
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And I thank the Lord
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There's people out there like you
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I thank the Lord
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There's people out there like you
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While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
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Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
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Turn around and say good morning to the night
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For unless they see the sky
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But they can't and that is why
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They know not if it's dark outside or light
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This Broadway's got
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It's got a lot of songs to sing
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If I knew the tune I might join in
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Oh, and go my way alone
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Grow my own
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My own seeds shall be sown in New York City
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Subway's no way for a good man to go down
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Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
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And I thank the Lord
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For the people I have found
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I thank the Lord
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For the people I have found
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Oh
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While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
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Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
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Turn around and say good morning to the night
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For unless they see the sky
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But they can't and that is why
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They know not if it's dark outside or light
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And now I know
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Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
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I thought I knew
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But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
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Until you've seen this trash can dreams come true and
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You stand at the edge while people run you through
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And I thank the Lord
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There's people out there like you, yeah
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I thank the Lord
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There's people there like you, oh
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While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
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Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
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Turn around and say good morning to the night
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For unless they see the sky
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But they can't and that is why
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They know not if it's dark outside or light
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They know not if it's dark outside or light
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Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters
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Mandy Moore |