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Start spreading the news, Im 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 doesnt sleep
And find Im king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues, are melting away
Ill make a brand new start of it, in old New York
If I can make it there, Ill make it anywhere
Its up to you New York, New York
New York, New York
I wanna wake up in a city, that doesnt sleep
And find Im king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues, are melting away
Ill make a brand new start of it, in old New York
If I can make it there, Ill make it anywhere
Its up to you New York, New York
