| Thousand feet above the ground
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| Lookin' o’er a postcard town
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| As one-by-one lights go out in Brooklyn
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| Looks like the stars have all fell down
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| Spread themselves across the ground
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| Like a farmer sowin' seed in the spring-time
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| Taxi rides just after dark
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| Those eyes could’a lit up Central Park
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| Then kiss like you see in the movies
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| Wore my heart around your neck
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| And I’m sure that I would not forget
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| This city, this moment, this girl
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| Manhattan, manhattan
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| Oh where have you been all my life?
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| Out of town kids with nothin' to do
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| Fake ID’s and cowboy boots
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| And a friend to keep us loaded for the weekend
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| We’ll catch the A Train to Chamber Street
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| Jenny’s got a girl that she wants me to meet
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| She’ll get me high, she’ll get me drunk, she’ll get me off
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| Grand Central is still alive
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| As we rush to jump the 10:05
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| And make sure that we get back to Brooklyn
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| And tomorrow mornin' we’ll be on track
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| To the town that tries to hold us back
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| But you haven’t seen the last of us
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| Manhattan
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| Manhattan
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| Oh where have you been?
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| Where have you been?
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| Manhattan
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| Manhattan
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| Oh where have you been?
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| Oh where have you been?
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| Manhattan |