[00:06.18]First time in New York, just seventeen
[00:11.51]in a motel full of poets, drunks and queens.
[00:16.60]I walk the city streets into the night to see
[00:21.41]Manhattan in the early morning light.
[00:27.70]On the corner of a street they laugh and talk,
[00:33.18]the young men watch me coming, block my walk;
[00:36.92]they see me slow right down
[00:39.49]they know I don't belong.
[00:43.29]Then all at once they all break into song.
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