Chumbawamba New York Song Lyrics

First time in New York, just seventeen
in a motel full of poets, drunks and
queens. I walk the city streets into the
night to see Manhattan in the early
morning light. On the corner of a street they laugh and talk, the young
men watch me coming, block my walk;
they see me slow right down - they
know I don't belong. Then all at once
... they all break into song.

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