| New York, New York |
| Start spreading the news I'm leaving today I want to be a part of it -- New York, New York These vagabond shoes are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it -- New York, New York I want to wake up in a city that doesn't sleep And find I'm king of the hill top of the heap These little town blues are melting away I'm gonna make a brand new start of it in old New York If I can make it there I'll make it anywhere It's up to you New York, New York New York, New York I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps To find I'm a number one head of the list Cream of the crop at the top of the heap These little town blues are melting away I'm gonna make a brand new start of it in old New York If I can make it there I'm gonna make it anywhere It's up to you New York, New York |
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