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My New York State of Mind
Both the ignorant and wise
Have the nerve to criticize
But I've heard the crocodile cries
And the smiley-faced lies
Of those New York cynics
I’ve been bloodied and bruised
Wrongly blamed and bemused
Now negativity’s infused
All my patience has been used
By those New York cynics
Now I step on those stones
That once broke my bones
But I’ve become one of those drones
Just another of the clones
Yeah, I’m a New York cynic
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