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Dance In New York Lyrics

Album Name : Liejacker
Release Date : 2008-09-09
Song Duration : 6:52

Thea Gilmore Dance In New York


Think there's a line that I crossed somewhere over the border 'Cos I broke every rule you had written in your little book Singing Neil Young songs to the ones who, like lambs to the slaughter Are combing their hair and selling stories about drugs they took

And Renee she thinks that all of her prayers have been answered When she stands under the lights to make those six wires sing But the truth is those strings are just pulled by a roomful of chancers And there's nothing original, not even original sin

And I want to run run run fast as I can Let those grey gloves wrap their fingers around my heart I want to run run run so far from here 'Till the streets of Manhattan just tear this waster apart No I don't wanna talk, I wanna dance in New York

Well I heard a breeze blow like a ghost riding out cross the ocean And the smell of the midsummer sun dripping down through the blue It's so easy to drift through these things with your eyes half open Looking out for the prize lining up all the things left to prove

And who would have thought that a year on I'd be where I'm standing Half singing a song to a person I've only half met But I have fought like a wildcat for space and understanding And boy let me tell you I'm not done fighting yet

'Cos I want to run run run fast as I can Let those grey gloves wrap their fingers around my heart I want to run run run so far from here 'Till the streets of Manhattan just tear this waster apart No I don't wanna talk, I wanna dance in New York

So sing to me all of you children of one minute wonder Sing it out like you've always wanted to do I will dance in the street no matter who's sky I am under You sing it out and I'll sing it straight back to you

Then let me run run run fast as I can Let those grey gloves wrap their fingers around my heart I want to run run run so far from here 'Till the streets of Manhattan just tear this waster apart No I don't wanna talk, I wanna dance in New York



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