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Maybe I was wrong to doubt you
Can't fake sentiment this cheap
Every day brings more junk mail souvenirs, a gift shop life
A life that fits on a postcard
Like what you buy on the Thruway,
I love New York I love New York I love new and I love you
I believe in the power of suggestion
Got faith in your good judgement
You live in a plastic shrine where the clock tells New York time
You're the one with the 3-D memory
You're the one with the x-ray vision
Your religion it glows in the dark, 3-D Jesus, Jesus Over New York
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