You're the place I call my second home,
And I can leave behind the hurt from long ago,
The lights on Times Square they shine so bright,
It's like your sun just doesn't sleep at night.
My mind it feels so free as I walk your streets,
And my heart forgets a history in a bit,
Your night life it just keeps on rolling on,
And the dawn it always breaks before it's gone.
When London life gets too much,
And the streets and drama is building up,
You'll be there standing tall,
My great escape that breaks a fall,
Oh New York when I feel alone,
I'm glad that you're my second home.
You're the place where I could fall in love,
Throw caution to the wind and just give up,
We would catch a cab to the lower eastern side,
And get caught up without the need to hide.
When London life gets too much,
And the streets and drama is building up,
You'll be there standing tall,
My great escape that breaks a fall,
Oh, New York when I feel alone,
I'm glad that you're my second home.
You're the place I'll always long to go,
When life it gets so hard here back at home.
When London life gets too much,
And the streets and drama is building up,
You'll be there standing tall,
My great escape that breaks a fall,
Oh, New York when I feel alone,
I'm glad that you're my second home.
I'm glad that you're my second home.

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