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First time in New York, just seventeen
In a motel full of poets, drunks, and queens
I walk the city streets into the night
Manhattan in the early morning light
On the corner of a street, they laugh and talk
Young men watch me coming, block my walk
See me slow right down, they know I don′t belong
Then suddenly, they all break into song
Seems like drugs and money rule this world
People just can't see that there′s a price that they have to pay
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Writer(s): Judith Abbott, Neil Ferguson, Louise Watts, Allan Whalley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
