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...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 never sleeps. And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap. These little town blues, are melting away. I'll 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. I want to wake up, in a city that never sleeps. And find I'm A number one, top of the list. King of the hill, a number one....These little town blues, are melting away. I'll 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.
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