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Song by U2

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In New York freedom looks like
Too many choices
In New York I found a friend
To drown out the other voices
Voices on a 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 changes of clothing
Hot as a hair-dryer in your face
Hot as a handbag and a can of mace
New York, 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 been coming here
Feel like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt
The even got the police
Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics
Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew
Living happily, not like me and you
That's where I lost you

New York
New York, New York
New York
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 midlife crisis
I hit an iceberg in my life
But you know I'm still afloat
You lose your balance, lose your wife
In the que for the lifeboat
Gotta put the women and children first
But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York

New York
New York
New York
New York
New York

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