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| 4:21 | ||||
When you're a boy
some days are tough lying on your bed playing punk rock and stuff Home is a boot camp you gotta escape Wanna go and wander in the ticker-tape You feel the deal is real You're a New York City boy So young, so run into New York City New York City boy you'll never have a bored day 'cause you're a New York City boy where Seventh Avenue meets Broadway The street is amazing the hoochies unreal Check out all the hardware at the latest deal Hear a song That's the bomb! If you don't get that mix it's gone eighty-six You feel the deal is real You're in New York City New York City Boy you'll never have a bored day 'cause you're a New York City boy where Seventh Avenue meets Broadway New York City boy This is your reward day 'cause you're a New York City boy where Seventh Avenue meets Broadway Then when the evening falls you can return its calls You feel the deal is real You're a New York City boy So young, so run into New York City |
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| 4:04 | ||||
Looking back now, I can see
The ghost of myself as I used to be Looking back now, I can see The ghost of myself haunting me It's an undistinguished room with a single bed I used to share with you at the weekend Books and records, new wave and disco We'll go for a swim and then the Cafe Picasso Looking back now, I can see The ghost of myself as I used to be Looking back now, I can see The ghost of myself haunting me You can see them by the pub, rockabilly boys Camera crews in Flood Street for the election Mohicans, Sloanes, Clones go their own way You packed up your stuff, I went to the V and A Looking back now, I can see The ghost of myself as I used to be Looking back now, I can see The ghost of myself haunting me Looking back now, I can see The ghost of myself wondering what to be Looking back now, I can see The ghost of myself searching for the key Haunted by my shy self, the things we used to do The sudden ghost of myself getting it on with you Looking back now, I can see The ghost of myself wondering what to be Looking back now, I can see The ghost of myself searching for the key |