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[ 20-03-2005 ]
Category
[ Art & Literature ]
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[ Mass Media ]
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New York
By U2
In New York freedom looks like too many choices.
In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices,
Voices on the cell phone,
Voices from home,
Voices of the hard sell,
Voices down the stairwell,
In New York, just got a place in New York.
In New York summers get hot, well into the hundreds,
You can't walk around the block without a change of clothing.
Hot as a hairdryer in your face.
Hot as a handbag and a can of mace.
In New York, I just got a place in New York.
New York, New York
In New York you can forget, forget how to sit still.
Tell yourself you will stay in,
But it's down to Alphaville
New York, New York, New York.
New York, New York, New York.
The Irish have been coming here for years,
Feel like they own the place.
They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt, they even got the police.
Irish, Italian, Jews and Hispanics,
Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew,
Living happily not like me and you.
That's where I lost you... NewYork.
New York, New York.
New York, New York.
In New York I lost it all to you and your vices.
Still I'm staying on to figure out my mid life crisis.
I hit an iceberg in my life,
But you know I'm still afloat.
You lose your balance, lose your wife,
In the queue for the lifeboat.
You got to put the women and children first,
But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York.
New York, New York.
New York, New York.
In the stillness of the evening,
When the sun has had its day,
I heard your voice a-whispering.
Come away child.
New York, New York.
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