(capo 4? casa)

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And now I know
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Spanish harlem are not just pretty words to say
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I thought I knew
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But now I know that rose trees never grow in new york city

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Until you've seen   this trash can dream come true
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You stand at the edge while people run you through
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And I thank the lord    there's people out there like you
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I thank the lord there's people out there like you

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While mona lisas and mad hatters
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Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
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Turn around and say good morning to the night
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For unless they see the sky
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But they can't and that is why
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They know not if it's dark outside or light

This broadway's got
It's got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in
I'll go my way alone
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in new york city

Subway's no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the lord for the people I have found
I thank the lord for the people I have found