Souls of Manhattan

theres a longing of sorts
 for the souls of manhattan
 but i dont 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
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 she left in the morn from so empty a home
 with the hope that the city would fill
 and she made souvineers, 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
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 When the sun does rise up
 or' that silver horizon
 would you let out a soft spoken prayer
 cuz shes lower than hell and she needs a good friend
 who dont mind givin up holidays.
 cuz all of your heroes and fairweather friends
 watch as your dreams tumble
 down down down
 where the souls of manhatten resound.
 
 Where will you go
 when your heart is covered in snow?
 and your friends
 leave you feelin alone
 Theres a longing of sorts for the souls of Manhatten
 and I'm just beginning to see