A        E             A            E
When February came it came straight for New York
     A            Abm7           Gbm7       E
Any colder - they said- we'll be skating to work
     A             E          A              E
Salt throwers were taming the sidewalks with haste
        A            Abm7
Til the whole of the city was
Gbm7        E
Seasoned to taste


    A           E          A          E
The world was a yawn fingerprinted by night
    A           Abm7        Gbm7        E
Pro couples out running the leaves into kites
    A              E             A          E
And out jumped the soul from his too-little chest
    A       Abm7  Gbm7            E
Was kited away-ay along with the rest

Interlude:
   D Dbm (x3)
   Bsus2

D       Dbm     Bsus2   A
Live by design, til you resign
D         Dbm   Bsus2
If anyone asks, I love my city...


   A             E           A          E
Oh where will ya take me for dinner and xxx?
    A          Abm7            Gbm7      E
The romance of somewhere where trains go direct?
  A           E          A           E
I live pretty close to a view of the stars
         A      Abm7         Gbm7             E
But it's not in my nature to look through the bars
   A
My friend
       E
You're major
       A           E
You're king of the world
    A             Abm7
You might as well feel it
    Gbm7          E
You might as well take all the
A              E
Chips that you can
            A              E
They're the chips that you earned
            A        Abm7
And they're ain't no forever
      Gbm7     E
Where living's concerned
     A          E       A           E
When I'm at the door of whatever it is
        A       Abm7        Gbm7       E
If it's nothing romantic or nothing to miss
     A           E                A            E
I'll hope that I lived like those salt thrower heads
      A        Abm7         Gbm7        E
Drove over the treasury and helping the next

Interlude:
   D Dbm (x3)
   Bsus2

D       Dbm     Bsus2   A
Live by design, til you resign
D         Dbm   Bsus2
If anyone asks, I love my city...


A         E         A          E
Old was a man who attended his patch
 A             Abm7          Gbm7        E
Offending next door with the lock on the latch
   A        E           A          E
He felt too deeply, too often, too long
    A              Abm7       E
And now he'll feel nothing forever
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