| Many years since I was here,
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| On the street I was passin' my time away
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| To the left and to the right,
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| Buildings towering to the sky
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| It’s outta sight, in the dead of night
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| Here I am,
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| And in this city,
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| With a fistful of dollars
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| And baby, you’d better believe
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| I’m back, back in the New York Groove
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| I’m back, back in the New York Groove
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| I’m back, back in the New York Groove
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| Back in New York Groove, in the New York Groove
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| In the back of my Cadillac
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| A wicked lady sittin' by my side,
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| Sayin' «Where are we?»
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| Stop at Third and Forty-three,
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| Exit to the night
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| It’s gonna be ecstasy,
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| This place was meant for me Feels so good tonight, who cares about tomorrow
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| So, baby, you’d better believe
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| I’m back, back in the New York Groove |