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There’s a longing of sorts for the souls of Manhattan

But I don’t see what they all see

See, I knew a good girl with the slightest of curls

Who was bound for the land of the free

She left in the morn' from so empty a home

With the hope that the city would fill

And she made souvenirs from many notepads and tears

Writing memoirs until it made sense

But time, like a bandit, retreated too fast

At the drop of her hat you go down, down, down

Where the souls of Manhattan resound

When the sun does rise up o’er the silver horizon

Would you let out a soft spoken prayer?

'Cause she’s lower than Hell and she needs a good friend

Who don’t mind givin' up holidays

'Cause all of your heroes and fair-weather friends

Watch as your dreams tumble down, down, down

Where the souls of Manhattan resound

Where will you go when your heart is covered in snow?

Oh, and your friends leave you feeling alone?

There’s a longing of sorts for the souls of Manhattan

But I’m just beginning to see

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