This is manhattan
The fat lady sings again
It all keeps on going
There's never an end
I try to look up
To sky and stories
The building
Where does it end?
They say it's best till they wander down these streets
They wonder if everything is okay
It's not gonna tumble and crumble at your feet
This is manhattan
No fault line no car ride
So they say
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