| They’ll say they knew they would find this
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| They’ll tell their children of the day
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| But as they walked
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| Their tailor’s chalk
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| Would trace the air
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| There were peeling walls
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| And darkened halls
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| Hot and smoky nights
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| And, yes, they strived
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| But when their boat arrived
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| A statue raised her light
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| And New York is a harbor
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| The dreamers work with calloused hands
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| And who you are
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| Will survive you
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| The pattern fades, the city stands
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| It’s New York, it’s New York, it’s New York
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| Today you felt the sorrow
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| You thought today you’d pack it in
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| And overhead
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| The billboard said:
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| «We told you so»
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| The poor were gone
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| Or jailed at dawn
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| The robber barons free
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| They stole the yard
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| They broke your heart
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| So much for that liberty
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| But New York is a harbor
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| They’re working hard on West 74th
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| To find some beds
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| A free lawyer
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| The midnight oil burns like a torch
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| It’s New York, it’s New York, it’s New York
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| We cheer for the hard luck Joe on payday
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| The dancing girl when she gets to Broadway
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| The workers lunch on a crossbeam in the sky
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| So don’t you let yourself forget
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| A spirit lives on the island
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| She’s floating past the Roeblings bridge
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| And in the dark
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| Through Olmsted’s park
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| To Harlem’s gate
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| Our souls were born
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| On golden horns
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| She can hear them still
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| Some last calls she’s been
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| At Stonewall Inn
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| To beat the morning’s chill
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| But New York is a harbor
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| It was so then, and ever more
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| It holds a dream
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| Tells a story
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| A distant boat, a golden door
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| It’s New York, it’s New York, it’s New York |