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Ill say goodbye to all my sorrow
And by tomorrow Ill be on my way
I guess the Lord must be in New York City
Im so tired of gettin nowhere
Seein my prayers goin unanswered
I guess the-Lord must be in New York City
Well here I am Lord knocking on your back door
Aint it wonderful to be where Ive always wanted to be
For the first time Ill breathe free here in New York City.
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