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I wanna go On the 14th street In old New York I'd rather be home But it's all the same Crowded bars and planes New Amsterdam and Old Richmond I just called And your girlfriend's coming home You got friends that are new friends And friends that are old friends And friends looking out Got a cheap dress on With a wrinkled sleeve My hat and glove My money please Or we might just go With the burnt black air I'd rather be home My president's there When I call, you don't pick up anymore But I've got friends that are new friends And friends that are friends And friends looking out When I call, you don't pick up anymore But I've got friends that are new friends And friends that are old friends And friends looking out |