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Roses Over Manhattan
Lyrics by Spyder Darling
Wendy's on the corner looking to connect
It's getting kinda late, but she can't leave yet
She don't need a watch no to tell the time
Who needs AM PM when you feel so fine
Long dirty walks through Alphabet City
Where junkies cop and die it's hard to feel pretty
You know it's true
Bobby's quite an artist at getting his way
Painting pretty pictures to get what he craves
He thinks it's funny how the money goes
Straight from his hand and right up his nose
Who knows where tomorrow will be yesterday
The future's just a song and I just love to play
Like this
Roses over Manhattan, Roses over Manhattan
Roses over Manhattan, la dee da
Michael didn't fade out he just disappeared
Last time that I saw him it was so damned weird
His hands were wet'n sticky
And his eyes were closed
He just turned 16 but he looked so old
I heard he jumped in front of a subway train
Bleeding for your freedom can be such a strain
Oh well
Roses over Manhattan, Roses over Manhattan
Roses over Manhattan, la dee da
Stacey lived her life like a double dare
Hiding from the cops down by Union Square
Waking in the morning in a freezing sweat
Trying to remember what she can't forget
New York's a mystery with too many clues
Just who do you know and who did you use
I'll never tell
Roses over Manhattan, Roses over Manhattan
Roses over Manhattan, la dee da
Roses over Manhattan, Roses over Manhattan
Roses over Manhattan, la dee da
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