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 getting nowhere
Seein my prayers goin unanswered.
I guess the Lord must be in New York City.
Well here I am Lord, knocking at 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.
Say goodbye. . . .etc.
Repeat all
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