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[Verse 1]
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There’s a longing of sorts for the souls of Manhattan, but I don’t see what they all see
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See, I knew a good girl with the slightest of curls who was bound for the land of the free

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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She left in the morn’ from so empty a home, with the hope that the city would fill
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And she made souvenirs from many notepads and tears, writing memoirs until it made sense

[Chorus 1]
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But time, like a bandit, retreated too fast, at the drop of her hat you go down, down, down
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Where the souls of Manhattan resound

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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When the sun does rise up o’er silver horizon, would you let out a soft spoken prayer?
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Cause she’s lower than Hell and she needs a good friend, who don’t mind givin’ up holidays

[Chorus 2]
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Cause all of your heroes and fair-weather friends watch as your dreams tumble down, down, down
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Where the souls of Manhattan resound

[Bridge]
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Where will you go when your heart is covered in snow?    Oh and your friends leave you feeling alone?

[Outro]
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There’s a longing of sorts for the souls of Manhattan, but I’m just beginning to see