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West Side Highway ukulele

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There's a million Jews in New York
                     F#  E
And I'm one of them!
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There's a million stars in the sky
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And a million cars on the west side highway

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Back at home, I didn't feel this free
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Up and down the boulevard, I could hear them scream
D              A
"Hey faggot", "How much?",
D                         A
"I'm gonna kick your ass motherfucker"
       F#              B
But I held my head up high
             D        A
Let them suffocate + die
D         E         A
In their ordinary lives

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There's two hundred punks in the park
                    F#  E
And I'm one of them!
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There's a place to go
F#              
After all these years of feeling alone

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Back at home, walking down the street
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People pulled their kids aside
     F#
Like I was some kind of disease

D                  A
But as much as I tried to hide
D                    A
And plug my ears it hurts inside
D                  E               A
It curled up and wounded my pride 

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There's a million Jews in New York
                     F#  E
And I'm one of them!
A
There's a million stars in the sky
         F#                            
And a million cars on the west side highway

A                               F#
As I ride, I can feel the street
A                               F#
Like a river(like a river), it flows rapidly
D                      A
Through the city, it propels
D                                A
Me towards a tragic, bloody crash oh well

F#                           B
An inch from death seems to be
D                      A
The only place to find some peace
D                      A
The only place to ride a bike and
D              A                E
Feel alive and find a sense of pride
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And dignity

            
            
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