Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

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And now I know
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Spanish Harlem are not just 
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pretty words to say
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I thought I knew
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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
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 dream come true
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You stand at the edge      while
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 people run you through
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And I thank the Lord there's 
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people out there like you
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I thank the Lord there's people 
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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
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 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
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 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