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I'll say goodbye to all my sorrow

And by tomorrow I'll be on my way

I guess the Lord must be in New York City

I'm so tired of getting nowhere

Seein' my prayers goin' unanswered

I guess the Lord must be in New York City

Well, here I am, Lord, knockin' at your back door, hmm

Ain't it wonderful to be where I've always wanted to be?


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