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Well things were spinnin´round me, and all my thoughts were cloudly, and I had begun to doubt all the things that were me. Been in so many places.You know, I´ve run so many races and looked into the empty faces of the people of the night. And something is just no right, ´cause I know that I gotta get out of here. I´m so alone. Don´t you know that I gotta get out of here ? ´Cause (New York)´s not my home. Though all the streets are crowed. There´s something strange about it. I lived there ´bout a year, and I never once felt at home. I though I´d make the big time, I learned a lot of lessons awful quick, and now I´m tellin´you that they were not the nice kind and it´s been so long since I have felt fine. That´s the reason that I gotta get out of there. I´m so alone. Don´t you know that I gotta get out of here ? ´Cause (New York)´s not my home. That´s the reason that I gotta get out of here. I´m so alone. Don´t you know that I gotta get out of here ? ´Cause (New York)´s not my home.

( Lyrics : " New York´s not my home", Jim Croce ( 1943-1973 ).

At right time, many things are kind and fine.