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Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
CAnd now I know E7Spanish AmHarlem Care not Fjust pretty worCds to say Dm C CI thought I knew E7But now I Amknow that Crose trees Fnever growC in New York DmCity
FUntil you've Cseen this Dmtrash can dream come true FYou stand at the Cedge while Gpeople run you througCh FAnd I thank the LoCrd there's Gpeople out there like Cyou FI thank the Lord there's Cpeople out there like Dmyou G
While Mona CLisas and Mad BbHatters Sons of Fbankers, sons of lawGyers Turn Caround and say good morning to the niFght For unE7less they see the AmskyG But they Fcan't and Cthat is Dwhy They Fknow not if it's Gdark outside or Flight C
This Broadway's got It's got a lot of songs to sing If I knew the tunes I might join in I'll go my way alone Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City (C) Subway's 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