Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin Performer(s): Elton John and various other artists
And now I know Spanish harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew But now I know that rose trees never grow in new york city
Until youve seen this trash can dream come true You stand at the edge while people run you through And I thank the lord theres people out there like you I thank the lord theres people out there like you
While mona lisas and mad hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they cant and that is why They know not if its dark outside or light
This broadways got Its got a lot of songs to sing If I knew the tunes I might join in Ill go my way alone Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in new york city
Subways no way for a good man to go down Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown And I thank the lord for the people I have found I thank the lord for the people I have found
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