This City Is Mine by Sony Holland and Jerry Holland

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THIS CITY IS MINE
words & music Jerry Holland
c. Heebalibra Music, BMI


I took that long flight home from L.A.
Out of a daydream back into the fray
My city's rhythm is fast paced and real
Caffeine, ambition, concrete and steel

Step into the mix on 6th Avenue
Adrenaline flows as I take in the view
A thousand memories come on like a song
I know in my heart this is where I belong

This city is mine
I feel it's power flow through my veins
Running through me like a subway train
Upper West Side down to Washington Square
And I don't care
This city is mine, mine, all mine...

Stockbroker, streetwalker, lawyer and bum
Brownstone, bodega, skyscraper, slum
Bright neon billboards and red flashing lights
Hot hectic days and the cool jazzy nights

Sushi, Souvlaki, rice and red beans
Big yellow taxi's, long black limousines
Racin' through Harlem into Chinatown
Don't say a word puttin' her down

This city is mine
Music so loud y' get high on the beat
Feels so alive just to walk down the street
Like you're up on the Empire State
Isn't it great
This city is mine, mine, all mine...

No, I'll never forget her
No matter where I may go
Save a space for me on the broken sidewalks of Broadway
And wait for me on the streets where we used to run

This city is mine
I feel it's power flow through my veins
Running through me like a subway train
Upper West Side down to Washington Square
And I don't care
This city is mine, mine, all mine...

This city is mine
Music so loud y' get high on the beat
Feels so alive just to walk down the street
Like you're up on the Empire State
Isn't it great
This city is mine, mine, all mine...

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