| I always wanted to see the lights of broadway
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| I always wanted to hear the traffic roar
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| I always wanted to be a part of New York City’s great big heart
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| And now I am — I couldn’t ask for more
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| People like us, we get through the day
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| Surviving the city way better than most
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| We go through the motions, from nightcap to nightcap
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| Here but not here, with the heart of a ghost
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| People like us, we meet up some night
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| In a room full of strangers who call themselves friends
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| It feels like a dream but it’s too hard to tell
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| Where the dream begins and the real world ends
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| And where, where do we belong?
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| We might ask ourselves
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| Where, where do we belong?
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| People like us, we take lovers like pills
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| Just hoping to cure what we know we can’t fix
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| We’ll lay in their arms and we’ll say pretty things
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| We’ll be there but not there, but we’ll still get our kicks
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| People like us, we sure get our kicks
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| And we heal awful fast and we don’t even scar
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| We are here but not here in a room full of friends
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| We could join in the fray or stay here where we are
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| And where, where do we belong?
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| Do we need to ask ourselves
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| Where, where do we belong?
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| People like us, damaged goods
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| Where?
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| We dance alone on a crowded floor
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| We weren’t given much
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| And we don’t expect much more
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| 'More' is not a word we use
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| 'More' would never be enough
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| People like us, we slip through the cracks
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| We’ll never be famous, so who’s gonna care
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| Nobody needs us and everyone’s had us
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| We’re here but not here, we’ve been there but not there
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| And where, where do we belong?
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| We only have ourselves
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| Where, where do we belong?
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| People like us
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| Lost and found
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| Where?
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| Where? |