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New York City gripped me like a big old machine
I went into one side - landed in a dream
It stirred me up and made me shout
And sometimes I forgot about
The way the wind blows in and out
Of the cottonwood trees

And oh, it's easy to lose your mind
I might've lost mine if I hadn't found you

The avenues, the boulevards, businesses and school yards
Shopping malls and motor cars - all in once scene
The lowest lows and the highest highs
The meanest noise and the lullabyes
The poison and the compromise
The unspoken scream

And oh, it's so hard to find your place
And I never would've found mine
If I hadn't seen your face

And you can be my Buster Keaton
I'll be Blossom Dearie
We can see the world so clearly
You'll color the grey away and
I will sing you songs all day
The decay will just turn to bloom
As we look at the good old-fashioned moon

Well, New York City split me like a log in a mill
Half of me happy, the other half ill
But I feel myself a-warming to the old neon chill
I still feel a longing, but its chased by a thrill

And oh, it's so hard to find your place
I'd never have found mine, if I hadn't seen your face

And you can be my Buster Keaton
I'll be Blossom Dearie
We can see the world so clearly
You'll cover the gray away
And I will sing you songs all day
The decay will just turn to bloom
As we look at the good old-fashioned moon

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