White hand amid the brown sea,

smiling teeth like Galilee.

Oh, don't you bring good news for me,

A chance of love, of dreams to be?

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I close my eyes and I'm transported

to a little burb in new york city

how the big apple calls to me

come here come here

come waste away amid the raucous city

The never sleeping city

with lights that blind and chains that bind

let go, let go of me,

I'll leave, I'll leave, I'll never leave.