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Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters (cover)

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 CityUntil you've seen these trash can dreams come true

You stand at the edge while people run you through

And I thank the Lord

There's people out there like you

I thank the Lord

There's people out there like youWhile Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

Turn around to say good morning to the night

For unless they see the sky

But they can't and that is why

They know not if it's dark outside or lightThis Broadway's got

It's got a lot of songs to sing

If I knew the tune I might join in

Oh, and go my way alone

Grow my own

My own seeds shall be sown in New York CitySubway's 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 foundOh, 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 can't and that is why

They know not if it's dark outside or lightAnd 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 CityUntil you've seen these trash can dreams come true

You stand at the edge while people run you through

And I thank the Lord

There's people out there like you

I thank the Lord

There's people out there like youWhile Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

Turn around to say good morning to the night

Well, unless they see the sky

But they can't and that is why

They know not if it's dark outside or light

They know not if it's dark outside or light

Songwriters

JOHN, ELTON / TAUPIN, BERNIEPublished by

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