| A dog barking at the crack of dawn
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| A baby’s crying 'cause his mama’s gone
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| I toss and turn and then I stretch and yawn
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| Another morning, another day
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| In the heart of Harlem
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| I feel the tenement coming alive
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| Another working day I’ve gotta survive
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| Fighting the foreman from 8:30 till 5
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| To make a dollar so I can live
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| In the heart of Harlem
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| I pitch and kick and
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| Get my feelings hurt downtown
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| I’m just a little spoke
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| That helps the wheel go round
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| If I was rich, maybe I’d move away
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| Out to the country where my kids could play
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| But I can’t make it on my poor man’s pay
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| We gotta stay here, can’t get away
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| Get away from Harlem
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| If I was rich, maybe I’d move away
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| Out to the country where my kids could play
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| But I can’t make it on my poor man’s pay
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| We gotta stay here, can’t get away
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| Get away from Harlem
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| Deep, deep in the heart of Harlem
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| So deep, so deep, so deep
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| In the heart of Harlem |