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New York City, take me home
It's getting late
I'm getting cold
There isn't yet a change of season
But there's always another reason
No one's seen a man like him
Who's half as old and half as tan
New York City take me home bound
I'm getting sick
I'm getting found
Until the next time dear
I'll slip away
The hospital
Is getting crowded this year





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