על מנת להדפיס שירים יש להתחבר או להירשם קודם
Elton John - Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters
מחבר ומלחין: Elton John and Bernie Taupin
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And now I know
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Spanish Harlem are not
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Just pretty words to say
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I thought I knew
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But now I know that
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Rose trees never grow
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In New York City
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Until you've seen
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This trash can dream come true
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You stand at the edge
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While people run you through
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And I thank the Lord
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There's people out there like you
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I thank the Lord
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There's people out there like you
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While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
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Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
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Turn around and say
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Good morning to the night
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For unless they see the sky
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But they can't and that is why
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They know not if it's dark
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Outside or light
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This Broadway's got
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It's got a lot of songs to sing
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If I knew the tunes I might join in
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I go my way alone
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I grow my own
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My own seeds shall be sown
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In New York City
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Subway's no way
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For a good man to go down
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Rich man can ride
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And the hobo he can drown
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And I thank the Lord
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For the people I have found
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I thank the Lord
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For the people I have found
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While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
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Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
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Turn around and say
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Good morning to the night
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For unless they see the sky
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But they can't and that is why
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They know not if it's dark
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Outside or light
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And now I know
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Spanish Harlem are not
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Just pretty words to say
|
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I thought I knew
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But now I know that
|
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Rose trees never grow
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In New York City
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Subway's no way
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For a good man to go down
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Rich man can ride
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And the hobo he can drown
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And I thank the Lord
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For the people I have found
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I thank the Lord
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For the people I have found
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And now I know
|
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Spanish Harlem are not
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Just pretty words to say
|
|
I thought I knew
|
|
But now I know that
|
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Rose trees never grow
|
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In New York City
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Until you've seen
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This trash can dream come true
|
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You stand at the edge
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While people run you through
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And I thank the Lord
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There's people out there like you
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I thank the Lord
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There's people out there like you
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While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
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Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
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Turn around and say
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Good morning to the night
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For unless they see the sky
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But they can't and that is why
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They know not if it's dark
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Outside or light
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|
This Broadway's got
|
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It's got a lot of songs to sing
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If I knew the tunes I might join in
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I go my way alone
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I grow my own
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My own seeds shall be sown
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In New York City
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Subway's no way
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For a good man to go down
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Rich man can ride
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And the hobo he can drown
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And I thank the Lord
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For the people I have found
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I thank the Lord
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For the people I have found
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While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
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Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
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Turn around and say
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Good morning to the night
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For unless they see the sky
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But they can't and that is why
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They know not if it's dark
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Outside or light
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They know not
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If it's dark outside or light
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