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She has gone to New York City
That old suitcase holds no funny stories
I packed it once on her first birthday
Now that wasted shame has grown up with her
The streets are slick with dew and motor oil
A girl walks in and out of the morning sun
A barred window reflects the cloudless sky
No blue reaches those eyes
She has gone to New York City
Through that arch on a summer night
I went there once on her first birthday
Lay my burning head on the cool stone
Its raining blossoms down in the concrete park
A girl walks in and out of the evening shade
A broken angel weeps through her spray paint smile
No tears can reach me while
I know I'm not responsible
I know I'm not responsible
I know I'm not responsible
I know I'm not responsible
But I want somebody to lie
And release me into the past
And I want to know what I knew
For the secret word to tell you that
I know I'm not responsible
I know I'm not responsible
But I want somebody to lie
And to lock me out of the years
And I want my problem again
And a secret word you will not hear
Goodnight my dear
Goodnight my cold little one
Has your dream begun
She has gone to New York City
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- Right Between the Promises
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- The Trouble Tree
- Bar None Sampler, Volume 2: Time for a Change
- 107.1 KGSR Broadcasts, Volume 2
- KROQ: New Music 1995
- Double Shot: Pop Alternative
- Hits Post Modern Syndrome: #22 Dork Side of the Moon
- Hot Hits Pop, Volume 34
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- Cities 97 Sampler, Volume 7
- WRAS 88.5 Presents: Radio Oddyssey
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