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New York, I Love You but You're Bringing Me Down

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Lyricist: James Murphy, Pat Mahoney & Tyler Pope     Composer: James Murphy, Pat Mahoney & Tyler Pope



New York, I love you, but you're bringing me down.
New York, I love you, but you're brining me down.

Like a rat in a cage
Pulling minimum wage.
New York, I love you, but you're bringing me down.

New York, you're safer and you're wasting my time.
Our records all show
You are filthy, but fine.

But they shuddered your stores
When you opened the doors,
To the cops who were bored once they'd run out of crime.

New York, you're perfect, please don't change a thing.
Your mild, billionaire mayor's now convinced he's a king.

And so the boring collect, I mean all disrespect,
In the neighborhood bars
I'd once dreamt I would drink.

New York, I love you, but you're freaking me out.
There's a ton of the twist, but we're fresh out of shout.

Like a death in the hall,
That you hear though your wall.
New York, I love you, but you're freaking me out.

New York, I love you, but you're bringing me down.
New York, I love you, but you're bringing me down.

Like a death of the heart,
Jesus, where do I start?!?
But you're still the one pool where I'd happily drowned.

And, oh, take me off your mailing list
For kids who think it still exists.
Yes, for those who think it still exists,
Maybe I'm wrong and maybe you're right.
Maybe I'm wrong and maybe you're right.

Maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And just maybe you're right.

And oh, maybe mother told you true,
And there'll always be somebody there for you,
And you'll never be alone.
But maybe she's wrong and maybe I'm right
And just maybe she's wrong.

Maybe she's wrong
And maybe I'm right
And if so here's this song.