| In a New York minute
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| on a New York street
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| You can get the feeling
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| that the world is sweet
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| There are stylish people there is speed and sex
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| There are magic moments there are tragic wrecks
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| In a New York minute
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| you can hear the beat
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| As the cast of thousands marches down the street
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| While the lights are changing in a traffic stalls
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| Someone’s star is rising
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| as another falls
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| There are shining towers, there are breathless views,
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| There are laughs and squalor
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| Sights that bruise.
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| It’s the perfect city
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| if you’ve got a buck
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| But it shows no pity
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| when you’re out of luck
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| No, it’s not the city
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| that you thought it was
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| In a New York taxi
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| you can get a buzz
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| It can be your apple
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| if you’re strong enough
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| you can make a killing
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| if you’ve got the stuff
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| if you’ve got the stuff
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| In a New York minute
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| you can hear the beat
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| As the cast of thousands marches down the street
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| It looks so romantic
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| up in central park
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| But don’t strong around there
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| when it’s growing dark
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| While the dreams are dancing
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| in your eager head
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| In a New York minute
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| you can wind up dead
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| Or you could get lucky
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| if your time is right
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| You can take the apple
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| in a single bite
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| You can show the people
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| just how good you are
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| You can ride the tiger
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| you can travel far
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| In a New York minute
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| In a New York minute
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| In a New York minute
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| In a New York minute |