New York

New York

In the middle of New York
Standing in the rain
How could I complain?
I’ve got more than I asked for
More than I deserve
Life could take a turn
In the middle of New York
Things are sinking in
Waiting on my own
In the middle of New York
When I should be home

So take me back
Just take me back
Back where I belong
So take me back
Just take me back
Back into your arms
That’s what I call home

(I see the light in your eyes)
(I see the light in your eyes)
(I see the light in your eyes)
(I see the light in your eyes) That’s where I belong
(I see the light in your eyes)
(I see the light in your eyes)
(I see the light in your eyes)
(I see the light in your eyes)

Inhale / Exhale

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