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New York Song

Chumbawamba

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First time in New York, just seventeen

in a motel full of poets, drunks and queens.

I walk the city streets into the night to see

Manhattan in the early morning light.

On the corner of a street they laugh and talk,

the young men watch me coming, block my walk;

they see me slow right down

they know I don't belong.

Then all at once they all break into song.