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Lyricist: Jim Croce
Lyrics:
Well, things were spinnin' 'round me And all my thoughts were cloudy And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me
Been in so many places You know I've run so many races I looked into the empty faces of the people of the night Somethin' is just not right
'Cause I know that I gotta get outta here I'm so alone Don't you know that I gotta get outta here 'Cause New York's not my home
Though all the streets are crowded There's somethin' strange about it I lived there 'bout a year and I never once felt at home
I thought I'd make the big time I learned a lot of lessons awful quick, and now I'm Tellin' you, that they were not the nice kind It has been so long since I have felt fine
That's the reason that I gotta get outta here I'm so alone Don't you know that I gotta get outta here 'Cause New York's not my home
1:46 - 2:22
That's the reason that I gotta get outta here I'm so alone Don't you know that I gotta get outta here 'Cause New York's not my home
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