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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 wanna 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 a way
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, 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 a way
I'm gonna make a brand-new start of it
In old New York
And... if I can make it there
I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

(“New York, New York” – Ebb-Kander)

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