Paroles de New York City

I never thought that I'd be here I never thought I'd have short hair I never grew up in my head Oh my heart and soul are dead Cause in my mind I'm alone In my mind I belong In New York City In New York City In New York City In New York City In New York I want to cry in your hands I want to die in your hands Because I hate what I've become Oh I guess that I'll just run Cause in my mind I'm alone In my mind I belong In New York City In New York City In New York City In New York City In New York