| The morning came today
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| With rain and sheets of grey
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| The subway rocked me out of bed
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| To take me on my way
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| Where I go, I go in style
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| Each and every mile
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| You know, I’m not alone
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| New York is my home
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| I got a girl up in the Bronx
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| She treats me like a king
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| I’ll give her anything she wants
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| She is my everything
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| She can be hard as concrete
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| Soft as a summer breeze
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| We can wake the dawn
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| New York is my home
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| New York is calling me
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| It’s on the phone
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| It’s like the rooftop songs
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| Up from the cobblestones
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| You will never hear me say
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| «The city street’s too loud»
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| I hear a gospel hymn
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| In every passing crowd
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| It trails me and it tails me down
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| To central park
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| Even after dark
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| New York is my home
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| New York is calling me
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| And now I find
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| The city never sleeps
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| It’s my state of mind
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| The breezes blow
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| And take me where the Hudson never flows
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| The harbour light shines on the piers
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| As all young lovers know
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| I can touch the world
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| As it sails in from everywhere
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| I’m not alone
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| New York is my home
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| New York is calling me
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| And now I find
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| The city never sleeps
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| It’s my state of mind
|
| The breezes blow
|
| And take me where the Hudson never flows
|
| The harbour light shines on the piers
|
| As all young lovers know
|
| I can touch the world
|
| As it sails in from everywhere
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| I’m not alone
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| New York is my home
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| I’m not alone
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| New York is my home |