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N.Y.C.Bs

Petite League
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Even in heaven you can hang your head low Mid-day in the city when illegal shadows grow And nothing else grows In stand still traffic, mood killer moods, road kill rats I've got New York City blues I think you've got em too Oh run, run, run Running out of room here Red light, the vacancy is over Run, run, run Your blood runs warmer No fences left in the pasture Your blood runs warmer So you run it up again Oh run, run, run Running out of room here Red light, the vacancy is over Oh what cut-throat place just to fall in love Nothing to offer to a city that's seen enough Ambiguous tears to late night moves Edge of a knife, I've got New York City blues I think you've got em too Oh run, run, run Running out of room here Red light, the vacancy is over Run, run, run Your blood runs warmer No fences left in the pasture Your blood runs warmer So you run it up again Oh run, run, run Running out of room here Red light, the vacancy is over