And now I know Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew But now I know that rose trees they never grow in New York City
Until you've seen these trash can dream come true You stand at the edge while the people run you through And I thank the Lord, there's people out there like you And I thank the Lord, there's people out there like you
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light
This Broadway's got a lot, a lot of songs to sing And if I knew the tune I might join in And 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 there I have found And I thank the Lord, for the people there I have found, oh
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light
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