| Once I hated this city
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| Now it can’t get me down
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| Slushy, humid and gritty
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| What a pretty town
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| What, thought I, could be duller
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| More depressing, less gay?
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| Now my favorite color
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| Is gray
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| A wall of rain as it turns to sleep
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| The lack of sun on a one-way street
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| I love the grime all the time
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| And what more do I need?
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| My window pane has a lovely view
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| An inch of sky and a fly or two
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| Why, I can see half a tree
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| And what more do I need?
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| The dusk is thick and it’s galling
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| It simply can’t be excused
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| In winter even the falling snow looks
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| Used
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| My window pane may not give much light
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| But I see you, so the view is bright
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| If I can love you, I’ll pay the dirt no heed
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| With your love, what more do I need?
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| Someone shouting for quiet
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| Someone starting a brawl
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| Down the block there’s a riot
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| And I’ll buy it all
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| Listen, now I’m ecstatic
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| Hold me close and be still
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| Hear the lovely pneumatic
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| Drill
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| A subway train thunders through the Bronx
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| A taxi horn on the corner honks
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| But I adore every roar
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| And what more do I need?
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| I hear a crane making street repairs
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| A two ton child running wild upstairs
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| Steam pipes bang, sirens clang
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| And what more do I need?
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| The neighbors yell in the summer
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| The landlord yells in the fall
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| So loud I can’t hear the plumber
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| Pound the wall
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| An aeroplane roars across the bay
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| But I can hear you as clear as day
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| You said you loved me
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| Above the sound and speed
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| With your love, what more do I need? |