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Scott Klopfenstein
Scott Klopfenstein
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Scott Klopfenstein
Scott Klopfenstein
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Oh I packed up suitcases One for clothes one for dreams And on the five hour flight I made my foolproof schemes That I'd eat the big apple not choke on the seeds And they'd name a street after me But this was not destined to be 'Cause every actor model musician in the food industry Smiles for tips to afford their 300 square feet And at the end of auditions all they hear is "Next, please" So at night they drop to their knees God can you still hear me So welcome to New York aren't you lonely now Even your god's lost you in the crowd amongst the sound Of eight million people whose hearts make man's choir Hoping hopes can reach higher than man can build On the sidewalks and subways where dreams are for sale Live the giant size judging eyes of those who've yet to fail Staring into the faces behind open guitar cases Belting just so they can hear Past the ringing of the city in their ears So welcome to New York aren't you lonely now Even your god's lost you in the crowd amongst the sound Of eight million people whose hearts make man's choir Hoping hopes can reach higher than man can build Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ooh Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ooh Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ooh aah So welcome to New York aren't you lonely now Even your god's lost you in the crowd amongst the sound Of eight million people whose hearts make man's choir Hoping hopes can reach higher than man can build So welcome to New York and you're angry now Everyone's laughing and you wonder how could god allow Eight million people with hearts all on fire Maybe my heart's a liar and a selfish child oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh
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