Strung along by a fiction
Read it in a magazine
Strung along by a fiction
From a movie screen
In Manhattan
You cannot have it all
Turn around for a picture
Watching from the balcony
Another hymn to addictions
That your move between
A glance back my way
In Manhattan
You cannot have it all
I'm staring into the room
I wish I’d known what I know
I walk the halls and sing
Carry me home, my love
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