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I made my way to New York city To draw the routes of my self pity It's like I'm in my favourite film It's just a minor part but still It's like it's ... It's like it's ... It's like it's ... It's like it's not quite real I pay the guy who can't work out What to tell the girl and how And in the end and turn and say Of how I wish there was another way I wish I'd never come I wish I'd not become Another love-sick kid or broken ... I run the cliches through for real I'll hold you in my arms until I have to leave for my Bexhill To document the way I feel It's like it's ... It's like it's ... Letras de cancionesIt's like it's ... It's like it's not quite real And though it was some time ago It's only fair that I should let you know That burst my heart and break the lines But I'm a man who tends to run and hide I wish I'd never come I wish I'd not become Another love-sick kid or broken ... From Letras Mania