New York's Not My Home - Jim Croce

    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
    And looked into the empty faces of the people of the night
    And something is just not right ... 'cause I know

    That I gotta get out of here
    I'm so alone
    Don't you know that I gotta get out of here
    'cause New York's not my home

    Though all the streets are crowded
    There's something 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
    And it's been so long since I have felt fine

    That's the reason

    That's the reason

    Marco Giunco
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