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Pick me up in the early morning

I want to hear your story

Driving through the city you claim to love

Somehow you fit like a glove

Tell me your secrets, oh yeah, I've got the time

That's easy money, you can't leave it behind

I was hoping they would pull you over

While you sang about the gold they sold ya

On the surface, it all looks the same

But there's some things I can't explain

If you can live with a lie

Now there's a skill that some might prize

And when they start taking sides

You'll know just where to hide

Play by the rules is just something you say

Take us for fools 'cause we're showing up late

I was hoping they would pull you over

While you sang about the gold they sold ya

On the surface, it all looks the same

But there's some things I can't explain

You're on your way

How much can you take, my friend?

I saw your face

Can I tell? Of course, I can

I wanna go back to the way it was before

What did you expect when we were kicking right through your door?

You're here to stay right until the bitter end

You bought your own place 'cause you belong in New York City

You belong in New York City, oh-whoa

You belong in New York

Well, I'm on my way, running late from yesterday

I'm on my way, one more time I lost my place