Sand in my socks, and tears in my eyes
Theres blood on my hands, and smoke in the skies
My brothers are gone, and I'm numb to the pain
Can't pick up the phone, now

I'm dreamin again
See, y'all can't relate, see i'm all by myself
And where can i turn, When there's nobody else
I'm back in the world, And i'm livin your lie

I smile at the girls, But I'm dying inside
Where do i begin? New York city, The place that has become my friend
I've walked my pain over your streets once again
Yet you're always there for me (for me)

I'm on the west-side. And I'm down by the river my dog starts to bark. And
the wind starts to whimper
there's not enough time. To leave it all behind
see all you love my voice in your mind... Drag the river for my soul.

And dust my sugar from the fold. Although my sins are gettin' cold. Drag the river for my soul
Where do I begin? New York city, the place that has become my friend.
I've walked my pain over your streets once again... Yet you're always there for
me (for me)

Drag the river for my soul. And dust my sugar from the fold although my sins
are gettin' cold. Drag the river for my soul.
Where do i begin? New York city. The place that has become my friend
I've walked my pain over your streets once again... yet you're always there for

me (for me)

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Writer(s): BRIAN ANDREW LEISER, CARL SIGMAN, FRANCIS ALBERT LAI, HUGH THOMAS MORGAN, MARK REID