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Well the heat has fallen down |
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All across this desolate town |
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And the concrete jungle is dead |
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As I lie here in my bed |
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And I'll stand here till the fall |
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And ignore the summer's call |
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You know what they say... |
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New York, baby is no place to be |
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When you're standing alone |
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I'm no one's baby, |
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I'm no one's girl |
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Come home, baby come home |
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Well the city she throws and throws |
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While the restless collect sand through their toes |
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And you try to get from |
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A to B Spend your weekends by the sea |
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But I'm just waiting for you |
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Yeah, I'm just waiting for you |
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New York, baby is no place to be |
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When you're standing alone |
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I'm no one's baby, |
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I'm no one's girl |
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Come home, baby come home |
