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I was on the 59th Street Bridge but I wasn't feeling groovySome kids were throwing rocks at pigeons New York was exactly like a movie of New York would beBut wouldn't we both be better off if you come back home from London so we could get some work doneI got sent up on Cripple Creek I didn't see no drunkard's dream there I was so angry I could hardly speak I had to surrender to a scene whereI said even though it isn't my idea I think I get itWe do all the hard work you take all the creditYou be the melody and I'll be the music standYou be the symphony and I'll be the cover bandWhatever it takes I will gladly doTo make myself unavailable to youCreative diffences it's sad but it's still trueLetras de cancionesI went down by the river but I couldn't shoot my babyHolding my hands so I wouldn't shiver said I wouldn't live here if you paid meThen I blew my thing it wasn't like I thought I could fake itSome are born to dish it out some are born to take itYou be the Guernica and I'll be the PolaroidYou be the big destroyer and I'll remain paranoidWhatever it takes I will gladly doTo make myself unavailable to youCreative differences it's a sad song but no less true From Letras Mania