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I came down to Albany
To New York, to find what I'd been missing
I looked across the river to
The city where the windows all stood glistening
I stood listening
In to a tunnel I did ride
Like a grave inside, but I was young and a ble
When I came out the other end
Through the smoke the winter light was feeble
Un readable
I was optimistic though
A cabbie told me where to go, I thanked him
A face of white a face of brown
Here a smile, there a look of danger
For a stranger
It was too unreal for me
I found no one who trusted me
There was no man could offer me
A cold hand from New Y _ _ ork__-o-o- ork__ _ _ _ _____ _____ _ _
Cold hands from New York
A voice wi thin you cries
"Won't someone please help me"__
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pass my way and need me__
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I came down to live alone
In New York, the city of the li ving
There were fortunes at my feet
But most of men were taking, none were gi ving
Or for giving
Children ran and children played
And roses grew in alleyways, I saw them
There were men who lived in style
And others who had died where no one knew them
'Because they couldn't win
There were parks where old men slept
And dingy rooms where babies crept, un wanted
'Til I began to ask myself
If there was hope or if it mattered what they did
Or if they lived
It was too unreal for me
I found no one who trusted me
There was no man could offer me
A cold hand from New Y _ _ ork__-o-o- ork__ _ _ _ _____ _____ _ _
Cold hands from New York
A voice wi thin you cries
"Won't someone please help me"__
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pass my way and need me__
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I came down to Albany
To New York, to find what I'd been missing
I looked across the river to
The city where the windows all stood glistening
I stood listening
There were prophets in the squares
And people there who smiled and said for get it
There were lovers in the park
And there was danger in the dark, I felt it
So a fraid of it
There were preachers of the word
And poets who were never heard, I heard them
There were those who would not try
To learn the measure of the lie
They're living
I heard a young musician play
In a place where they paid you not to listen
I heard a woman scream for help
While men stood by and offered their best wishes
That's how it is
It was too unreal for me
I found no one who trusted me
There was no man could offer me
A cold hand from New Y _ _ ork__-o-o- ork__ _ _ _ _____ _____ _ _
Cold hands from New York
A voice wi thin you cries
"Won't someone please help me"__
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pass my way and need me__
Cold hands from New York
A voice wi thin you cries
"Won't someone please help me"__
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pass my way and need me__
Cold hands from New York
A voice wi thin you cries
"Won't someone please help me"__
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pass my way and need me__
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