I used to think that New York City
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Fell from grace with God
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And innocence abroad
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Waged a war for the underdog
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When the snow falls
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And Central Park looks like a Christmas card
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I just looked beyond the bagman
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And the madness that makes this city hard
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I heard a basketball
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Somewhere out beyond a chain link fence
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Inner city prisoners
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Argue for the right of self-defense
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But there's a fast break
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And every work of art wakes something in the soul
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Just focus on the brush strokes
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And the bouquets that the dancers hold
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Spanish Harlem still sounds good to me
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Yeah Mona Lisa's getting older
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Standing in the shadow of Miss Liberty
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While I walk along the west side
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Down through Little Italy
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Searching for the city that
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That took away the kid in me
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Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters Part Two
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| Elton John |
