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One-eyed man with a scar on his face and a peg leg |
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Drives his cab fifty miles-per-hour down Broadway |
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Looks at me with his crooked smile while Gershwin plays |
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Hits his breaks and points out the freaks on St. Marks Place |
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It's the rhythm of the rain that falls |
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It's a cab ride at 5 00 A.M |
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Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls |
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New York City - I'm coming home again |
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Sit and smile thinking about summer Sundays and the roller skates |
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Afro wigs and rainbow socks float past like a ballet |
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Peanut roasters popping up on every corner, can't you taste that taste |
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Makes me long for an early morning ride on a subway |
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It's the rhythm of the rain that falls |
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It's a cab ride at 5 00 A.M |
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Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls |
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New York City - I'm coming home again |
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You can steal a line or a phrase, the record company will cheer |
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Sign you up, make you an artist, make you a millionaire |
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Shake your hand, pat your ass, give you a big white smile |
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Say that they're your biggest fan, say they love your style |
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It's the rhythm of the rain that falls |
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It's a cab ride at 5 00 A.M |
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Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls |
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New York City - I'm coming home again |
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It's the rhythm of the rain that falls |
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It's a cab ride at 5 00 A.M |
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Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls |
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New York City - I'm coming home again |
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New York City I'm coming home again |
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New York City I'm coming home again |
