Ooooh-oh, yaaah-yeah
I'm not gonna cry this time so it sounds better
There is life in New York
Underground, in the coldest house
Lonley people are subway art
Lonley people cast away
For the crimes they committed
And the loved one, they pay
Hope for redemption on a crowded train
Can you spare some change, cuase my babay need some diapers
I just got out of jail and nobody wants to hire
My mother just died and I have nowhere to go now
Got heard on a job, got laid off and I am broke now
I could be robbing you, but I'm tryna sell this candy
I need to feed my family, somebody help me
Yes, there is life, in New York
Underground, in the coldest house
Lonley people are subway art
La la la la la
La la la la la
Lonley people
La la la la la
La la la la la
In the coldest house
Lonley people, whose broken dreams
Slowley became, distinct memories
Most of their prayers, fall under *don't know*
ed on drugs, and I can't get sober
I'm only eighteen and I my whole life is over
I've been in the jail five times, didn't need a dollar
I'm just hungry; I'll take food if you got some
Anybody wanna buy my mixed CD
I need to feed my family, somebody help me
There is life, in New York
Underground, in the coldest house
Lonley people are subway art
La la la la la
La la la la la
Lonley people
La la la la la
La la la la la
In the coldest house

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