New York City in the rain If theres a lady more lonely I dont know her name They only treat you right on holidays And when youre working late Feels like itll never change You might as well be Waking up to the smell of smoke At 5 AM, Before the sun comes up Cause everyone is Laying down in the hands of hope We all have our own valley to walk New York Citys feeling down All thats left of her is high heels and a slouch Her friends aint around They treat her like she was a spilled drink at a bar Theyll get another round On the other side of town You might as well be Waking up to the smell of smoke At 5 AM, Before the sun comes up Cause everyone is Laying down in the hands of hope We all have our own valley to work And if its true, what can I do? And if its true, what can I do? You might as well be Waking up at 5 AM, Before the sun comes up Cause everyone is Laying down at the hands of hope We all have our own valley to walk And if its true, what can I do?
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