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Now I know
"Spanish harlem" are not
just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
but now I know that rose trees never grow,
in New York city.

Until you've seen
this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge
while people run you through
And I thank the Lord
there's people out there like you,
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
turn around and say, "good morning" to the night
For unless they see the sky
but they can't and that is why
they know not if it's dark out side or light

This Broadway's got
its got a lot of songs to sing
if I knew the tunes I might join in
I go my way alone
grow my own
my own seeds shall be sown, in New York city.
Subways no way
for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride
and the hobo he can drown

And I thank the Lord
for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
turn around and say, "good morning" to the night.
For unless they see the sky
but they can't and that is why
they know not if it's dark out side or light

And now I know
"Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words
to say
I thought I knew
but now I know that rose trees never grow
in New York city
Subways no way
for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride
and the hobo he can drown

And I thank the Lord
for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
turn around and say, "good morning" to the night
For unless they see the sky
but they can't and that is why
they know not if it's dark outside or light
they know not if it's dark outside or light