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  And now I know        Spanish Harlem are not 
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Just pretty words to say 
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  I thought I knew,       but now I know that rose trees 
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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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  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, 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,   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, and 

If I knew the tune 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 this 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 
 
While Mona Lisas... 
 
And now I know Spanish Harlem... 
 
Subway's no way... 
 
While Mona Lisas... 
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They know not if it's dark outside or light. 
 
 
 
- Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com