Harry Nilson - I guess the Lord must be in New York City (OST You've Got The Mail) | Текст песни

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I'll say goodbye to all my sorrows
And by tomorrow, I'll be on my way
I guess the Lord must be in New York City
I'm so tired of gettin' nowhere
Seein' my prayers go unanswered
I guess the Lord must be in New York City
Well, here I am, Lord, knockin' at your backdoor
Ain't it wonderful to be,
Where I've always wanted to be
For the first time I'll be free here in New York City
Say goodbye, to all my sorrows
And by tomorrow, I'll be on my way
I guess the Lord must be in New York City
So tired of gettin' nowhere
Seein' my prayers go unanswered
I guess the Lord must be in New York City
Well, here I am, Lord, knockin' at your backdoor
Ain't it wonderful to be,
Where I've always wanted to be
For the first time I'll be free here in New York City
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