Lyrics:
this sadist revival, hand in hand
Lost in the city lights where dreams collide
A million faces passing by a kaleidoscope of life
Caught up in the rhythm
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (ooh)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (ooh)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (ooh)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (ooh)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (ooh)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (ooh)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my
[Juelz Santana]
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (ooh)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my
city
No, Not in my city (Yeah. Yeah)
I understand where you come from, Mr. Chism
Lost a few lives, took a few just to get 'em
But generalization,
as usual
A cold New York night and this kid lost his life
It was a Cold New York night, this kid lost his life
The cities full of theives and the addicts
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Margaret, John, and I.
Let's go to New York City, Margaret!
We'll hide out in the subways
And drink the poets' wine, oh,
But I had John, so you went
Margaret, John, and I.
Let's go to New York City, Margaret!
We'll hide out in the subways
And drink the poets' wine, oh,
But I had John, so you went
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
you off at East and the Third
Oh, oh, oh
You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl)
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
The poundin' beat of the city's streets that keeps my dreams alive
I'm lost, I'm found, I'm up, I'm down but some how I survive
It's got to be the New York
John, and I
Let's go to New York City, Margaret!
We'll hide out in the subways
And drink the poets' wine, oh
But I had John, so you went and I stayed
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo)
And things don't seem so
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
All you gotta do is come around my spot
& I guarantee you'll love the TDot
Like I Love my city y'all
Said I love my city y'all
City that I'm at,
When my heart is torn apart
by love I wish I had,
Well, I spend my nights in the city's lights
and things don't seem so bad.
Ya know
fallout
And the near extinction of our very species
Within the walls of our Metropolis
We're protected by our city guards
Who patrol the very wall that
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