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New York City rain |
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Don't know if it's makin' me |
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Dirty or clean |
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Went for the subway but there was no train |
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And the tunnel was grumbling for repairs again |
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And the sign says welcome to |
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American Jerusalem |
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I've been around |
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You could spend forever |
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Makin' a friend in this town |
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All you get to do |
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Is lay your dollar down |
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Until you're stumbling drunk up the stairs again |
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And the sign says welcome to |
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American Jerusalem |
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In the temples of |
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American Jerusalem |
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They buy an ounce of |
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South African gold |
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They don't care who was bought or sold |
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Or who died to mine it |
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In the temples of |
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American Jerusalem |
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They buy an ounce of |
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Marseille white |
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Somewhere on a street with no light |
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Somebody dies tryin' it |
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Then somewhere in a crowd |
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Lookin' that kinda way |
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That'll make you turn around |
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There'll be somebody who knows |
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What it's about |
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And he'll take the ribbons from your hair again |
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And welcome you to |
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American Jerusalem |
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In the alleys of |
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American Jerusalem |
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The homeless lie down at the dawn |
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The pretty people wonder what they're on |
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And how they afford it |
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In the ashes of |
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American Jerusalem |
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The prophets live their deaths out on the corner |
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The pretty people say there should've been a warnin' |
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But nobody heard it |
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Then shadows lick the sun |
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The streets are paved with |
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Footsteps on the run |
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Somebody musta got double |
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Cuz I got none |
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I forgot to collect my share again |
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So go west to breathe the cleansing air again |
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Go Niagara for your honeymoon again |
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Go on the road if you're gonna sing your tune again |
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Go out to sea and learn to be a man again |
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Until you come on home to |
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American Jerusalem |
