New York’s Not My Home Jim Croce

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[Verse 1]
Well, things were spinnin' 'round me
And all my thoughts were cloudy
And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me

[Bridge]
Been in so many places
You know I've run so many races
I looked into the empty faces of the people of the night
Somethin' is just not right

[Chorus]
'Cause I know that I gotta get outta here
I'm so alone
Don't you know that I gotta get outta here
'Cause New York's not my home

[Verse 2]
Though all the streets are crowded
There's somethin' strange about it
I lived there 'bout a year and I never once felt at home

[Bridge]
I thought I'd make the big time
I learned a lot of lessons awful quick, and now I'm
Tellin' you, that they were not the nice kind
It has been so long since I have felt fine