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It ain't nothin' but a concrete jungle, with people packed like sardines Where everybody's tryin', to live beyond their means Where all the natives hurry, and scurry too and fro And like fleas on a puppy dog, they got no place to go I wouldn't live in New York City, if they gave me the whole damn town Talk about a bummer, it's the biggest one around Sodom and Gommorah, was tame to what I found I wouldn't live in New York City, if they gave me the whole damn town Well, I ain't seen the sunshine, since the day that I arrived 'Cause brother, I've been busy, a-tryin' to survive Nobody knows you've been here, 'til you're six-feet under ground Then you become a statistic, if they remember to write you down I wouldn't live in New York City, if they gave me the whole damn town Talk about a bummer, it's the biggest one around Sodom and Gommorah, was tame to what I found I wouldn't live in New York City, if they gave me the whole damn town
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