Enchanted on the electric streets of New York City
With the lights turned on after the sun goes down
Casting spells out into the starless evening
Where ghosts of all the old characters come out to play
Their energy is trapped inside cement and steel on sacred ground
Rich history exists so thick and heavy on every street corner
Alive forever to inspire those who follow in their footsteps
You can feel the spirit energize your heart and possess your soul
Overwhelmed with ancient emotions as you walk down the block
At home roaming the electric streets of New York City
The only place I've ever wanted to be
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