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New York City, you're so big and tough,. Well here we come, baby, struttin' our stuff. Well we look kinda freaky we're pretty damn bad. Cause Southern cookin' is all we've ever had. Oh, cook 'em
believing. O-o-o-oh Сhorus. I dream, dream big,. It's the only way to live,. getting high to forget. tomorrow. I've lost every bit,. felt the pain in my chest,. getting high to forget. tomorrow