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Standing on the Empire State I see the curve of the earth A bed of nails below me waits But I sleep well and good, for whatever it's worth Here's my life, in short There's not much to report I feel like the luckiest boy in New York The luckiest boy in New York The luckiest boy in New York Coasting by on my old bike Amid churches ambition built The car horns announce the arrival Of every new stranger with dreams yet fullfilled Here's my life, in short There's not much to report I feel like the luckiest boy in New York The luckiest boy in New York The luckiest boy in New York Give my regards To the broken hearts And to those so far We've come a long way SongtexteBaby, a long way And here we are Here we are The sun is shining down on Spring Street The seasons are changing hands The crowds behind us No one'll find us So let's fall in love while we both have the chance Here's my life, in short There's not much to report I feel like the luckiest boy in New York The luckiest boy in New York The luckiest boy in New York Aus Songtexte Mania