| Six thirty Sunday morning and it’s rainin'
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| The kind of rain you’ll only find on the west side
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| Six thirty Sunday morning someone’s joggin'
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| The way he runs makes me think he’s from the east side
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| It’s beautiful, you can get in tune
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| And see more laugh along on a central park morning than on a country afternoon
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| Six thirty, early Autumn, leaves have fallen
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| Let em sleep they will keep my secret
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| I wish there more rainy Sundays
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| To make up for Saturday nights
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| Cheap wine, cheaper to love
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| Don’t make waking up easy
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| And this is the day you chos to be great
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| New York I don’t know about you
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| It’s th right place, wrong people
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| I shoulda stayed home and went to bed
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| Friends lead me astray
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| I should’ve been here yesterday
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| New York I don’t know about you
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| There’s too many dancin' partner
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| Just trying to get one long long long
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| But when you make out on the one way subway
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| It’s better if you’re on your own
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| Oh ah, cheap wine, cheaper to love
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| Don’t make waking up easy
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| And this is the day you chose to be great
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| No I don’t know about you |
| New York, New York
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| I wish there were more rainy Sundays
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| To make up for Saturday night |