Cold and grey Manhattan morning
Steals into the day
Shattered doors, newspaper torn
And blowin' down the street.
Somewhere in the city heights
A frightened siren screams
A truck rolls by and I just stand and watch
Locked in a dream
And I feel like I'm the only one
That knows how it feels to be this free
Walking by store windows
That reflect the neon flares
See my breathing turn to white clouds
As it hits the morning air.
I can hear the early subway train
Go rumbling' underground
A cop rides by on a horseback
Jesse James has just hit town.
And it feels like I'm the only one
That knows how it feels to be this free.
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