Nhạc sĩ: John Phillips
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I used to live in New York City
Everything there was dark and dirty
Outside my window was a steeple
With a clock that always said 12.30
Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the mornings I can see them walking
I can no longer keep my life strong
And I can't keep myself from talking
At first so strange to feel so friendly
To say good morning and really mean it
To feel these changes happening in me
But not to notice till I feel it
Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the mornings I can see them walking
I can no longer keep my life strong
And I can't keep myself from talking
Cloudy waters catch no reflection
Images of beauty are the stagnant
Vibration pounds in no direction
But my head shatters into brightness
Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the mornings I can see them walking
I can no longer keep my life strong
And I can't keep myself from talking
