Caught between the twisted stars The plotted lines the faulty map That brought Columbus to New York Betwixt between the East and West He calls on her
I was sleeping, gently napping, when I heard the phone Who is on the other end talking, am I even home Did you see what she did to him, did you hear what
I was up in the mornin' with the TV blarin' Brush my teeth, sittin' watchin' the news All the beaches were closed The ocean was a Red Sea But there was
We who have so much to you who have so little To you who don't have anything at all We who have so much more than any one man does need And you who don
Sam was lyin' in the jungle Agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox They were praying to be saved Those
This is no time for celebration This is no time for shaking hands This is no time for backslapping This is no time for marching bands This is no time
DJ Clue Desert Storm Angie Martinez Prodigy Live from New York nigga Uhh uhh yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But
[Finn:] I don't like cities But I like New York [Santana:] The famous places to visit are so many [Finn:] Other places make me feel like a dork [Santana
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court You take
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Watch out Ge, yeah, as we take a journey to the dark side Watch out From hell and beyond the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed
On the streets of New York On the streets of New York I was standin' by the Hydrin watchin' time fly by Me and Crazy Lou, Tony Tuibe with them brown eyes
How many rhymes does it take to reach from here to New York [$hort] From here to New York Everybody's talking about sir Too $hort And its all night
Staying home is not rally an option For alcoholics living in Manhattan Have you seen the size of John Bush's apartment? It's a bit smaller than a
(C. Kirschner, C.Webster) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Walter Sipser Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Guitar: Concetta Hand
Here I am, here we are As it will go on forever Noise, always noise Candles burn, lights are low I haven't a place to go Life in it's constant state
When you were young And your heart was an open book You used to say, "Live and let live" (You know you did, you know you did, you know you did) But if
Another rainy day New York City Softly sweet, so silently it falls Crosstown traffic crawls Memories in my way New York City Tender, tough, too tragic
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