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I’ll say goodbye to all my sorrow
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And by tomorrow I’ll be on my way
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I guess the Lord must be in New York City

I’m so tired of gettin’ nowhere
Seein’ my prayers goin’ unanswered
I guess the-Lord must be in New York City

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Well here I am Lord knocking on your back door
         A
Ain’t it wonderful to be where I’ve always wanted to be
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For the first time I’ll breathe free here in New York City.