Some people love New York
Leave everything to be there
Their dreams get lost or found
Get left behind or go somewhere
Give me the simple things
A fire in the heart
And space to spread my wings
See children playing in their yards
Some people love their way
To be near all the movie stars
Sit in cafes all day
Discovered for the perfect part
Give me my piano and
A glass of wine for my friends
We'll laugh the night away
And sing the same old songs again

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