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I had to leave what I could not control
It began with my family
And came 'round to my soul
The grey skies behind me
They taunted and laughed
But I kept on moving
To much greener grass

In New York, such melodies
New York, my joie de vivre
New York, I'm almost home
I was not born on your shores
But I'll be yours

Through my indifference for people
I've been placed outside
Their society
But that's OK with me
Now I live in a ghost world
Enclosed in my dreams
And imaginings
And what I believe

In New York, such melodies
New York, my joie de vivre
New York, I'm almost home
I was not born on your shores
But I'll be yours

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Syd Lane Woodstock, New York

Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.

I live in a cabin in the Catskills where I record music in my home studio.

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