Текст песни Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

And now I know

Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say

I thought I knew

But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City

Until you've seen this trash can dreams come true

You stand at the edge while people run you through

And I thank the Lord

There's people out there like you

I thank the Lord

There's people out there like you

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

Turn around and say good morning to the night

For unless they see the sky

But they can't and that is why

They know not if it's dark outside or light

This Broadway's got

It's got a lot of songs to sing

If I knew the tune I might join in

Oh, and go my way alone

Grow my own

My own seeds shall be sown in New York City

Subway's no way for a good man to go down

Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown

And I thank the Lord

For the people I have found

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For the people I have found

Oh

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

Turn around and say good morning to the night

For unless they see the sky

But they can't and that is why

They know not if it's dark outside or light

And now I know

Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say

I thought I knew

But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City

Until you've seen this trash can dreams come true and

You stand at the edge while people run you through

And I thank the Lord

There's people out there like you, yeah

I thank the Lord

There's people there like you, oh

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

Turn around and say good morning to the night

For unless they see the sky

But they can't and that is why

They know not if it's dark outside or light

They know not if it's dark outside or light

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