| Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
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| I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
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| Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
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| Sing while I wipe down the awning
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| Hey y’all, good morning
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| Ice cold piragua! |
| Parcha. |
| China. |
| Cherry. |
| Strawberry. |
| And just for today,
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| I got mamey!
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| Oye, piragüero, como estas?
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| Como siempre, Señor Usnavi.
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| I am Usnavi and you prob’ly never heard my name
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| Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated
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| Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
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| Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
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| From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
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| Dominican Republic! |
| I love it!
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| Jesus, I’m jealous of it, and beyond that
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| Ever since my folks passed on, I haven’t gone back
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| Goddamn, I gotta get on that…
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| Fo! |
| The milk has gone bad, hold up just a second
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| Why is everything in this fridge warm and tepid?
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| I better step it up and fight the heat
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| 'Cause I’m not makin' any profit if the coffee isn’t light and sweet!
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| Ooo-oo!
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| Abuela, my fridge broke. |
| I got café but no «con leche.»
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| Try my mother’s old recipe: one can of condensed milk
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| Nice.
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| Ayy! |
| Paciencia y fe…
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| That was Abuela, she’s not really my «abuela,»
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| But she practically raised me, this corner is her escuela
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| Now, you’re prob’ly thinkin: «I'm up shit’s creek!
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| I’ve never been north of Ninety-Sixth Street!»
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| Well, you must take the A Train
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| Even farther than Harlem to northern Manhattan and maintain
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| Get off at 181st, and take the escalator
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| I hope you’re writing this down, I’m gonna test ya later
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| I’m getting tested; |
| times are tough on this bodega
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| Two months ago somebody bought Ortega’s
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| Our neighbors started packin' up and pickin' up
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| And ever since the rents went up
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| It’s gotten mad expensive, but we live with just enough
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| In the heights
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| I flip the lights and start my day
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| There are fights
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| And endless debts
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| And bills to pay
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| In the Heights
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| I can’t survive without café
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| I serve café
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| 'Cause tonight seems like a million years away!
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| En Washington—
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| Next up to bat, the Rosarios
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| They run the cab company, they struggle in the barrio
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| See, their daughter Nina’s off at college, tuition is mad steep
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| So they can’t sleep; |
| everything they get is mad cheap!
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| Good morning, Usnavi!
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| Pan caliente, café con leche!
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| Put twenty dollars on today’s lottery
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| One ticket, that’s it!
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| Hey! |
| A man’s gotta dream…
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| Don’t mind him, he’s all excited
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| ‘Cause Nina flew in at 3 A.M. |
| last night!
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| Don’t look at me, this one’s been cooking all week!
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| Usnavi, come over for dinner
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| There’s plenty to eat!
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| So then Yesenia walks in the room—
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| Aha…
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| She smells sex and cheap perfume!
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| Uh oh…
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| It smells like one of those trees
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| That you hang from the rear view!
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| Ah, no!
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| It’s true! |
| She screams, «Who's in there with you, Julio?»
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| Grabs a bat and kicks in the door
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| He’s in bed with José from the liquor store!
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| No me diga!
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| Daniela and Carla, from the salon.
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| Thanks, Usnavi!
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| Sonny, you’re late.
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| Chillax, you know you love me.
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| Me and my cousin run it
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| Just another dime-a-dozen mom-and-pop stop-and-shop
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| And, oh my god, it’s gotten too darn hot
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| Like my man Cole Porter said
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| People come through for a few cold waters and
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| A lottery ticket, just a part of the routine
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| Everybody’s got a job, everybody’s got a dream
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| They gossip, as I sip my coffee and smirk
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| The first stop as people hop to work
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| Bust it— I’m like:
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| «One dollar, two dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine.
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| I got it. |
| You want a box of condoms? |
| What kind?
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| That’s two quarters. Two quarter waters
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| The New York Times.
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| You need a bag for that? |
| The tax is added.»
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| Once you get some practice at it
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| You do rapid mathematics automatically
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| Sellin' maxi-pads, fuzzy dice for taxicabs and practically
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| Everybody’s stressed, yes!
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| But they press through the mess
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| Bounce checks and wonder what’s next
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| In the heights
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| I buy my coffee and I go
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| Set my sights
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| On only what I need to know
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| In the heights
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| Money is tight
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| But even so
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| In the heights
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| I buy my coffee and—
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| Set my sights
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| What I need to know
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| In the heights
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| Money is tight
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| Even so
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| When the lights go down I blast my radio!
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| You ain’t got no skills!
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| Benny!
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| Yo, lemme get a—
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| Milky Way |
| Yeah, lemme also get a—
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| Daily News—
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| And a—
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| Post—
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| And most important, my—
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| Boss' second coffee, one cream—
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| Five sugars
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| I’m the number one earner—
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| What?!
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| The fastest learner—
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| What?!
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| My boss can’t keep me on the damn back burner!
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| Yes, he can
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| I’m makin' moves, I’m makin' deals, but guess what?
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| What?
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| You still ain’t got no skills!
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| Hardee-har
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| Yo, Vanessa show up yet?
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| Shut up!
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| Hey little homie, don’t get so upset
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| Man…
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| Tell Vanessa how you feel, buy the girl a meal
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| On the real, or you ain’t got no skills
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| Nooo!
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| No no nooo!
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| No no nooo, no-no-no!
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| Nooo, no-no-no!
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| No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no!
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| Mr. Johnson, I got the security deposit
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| It’s locked in a box in the bottom of my closet
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| It’s not reflected in my bank statement
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| But I’ve been savin' to make a down payment and pay rent
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| No, no, I won’t let you down—
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| Yo, here’s your chance; |
| ask her out right now!
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| I’ll see you later, we can look at that lease!
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| Do somethin', make your move, don’t freeze!
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| Hey!
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| You owe me a bottle of cold champagne!
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| Are you moving?
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| Just a little credit check and I’m on that downtown train!
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| Well, your coffee’s on the house
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| Okay!
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| Usnavi, ask her out
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| No way!
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| I’ll see you later, so…
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| Oooh… Smooth operator, aw, damn, there she goes!
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| Yo, bro, take five, take a walk outside!
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| You look exhausted, lost, don’t let life slide!
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| The whole hood is struggling, times are tight
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| And you’re stuck to this corner like a streetlight!
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| Yeah, I’m a streetlight, chokin' on the heat
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| The world spins around while I’m frozen to my seat
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| The people that I know all keep on rollin' down the street
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| But every day is different so I’m switchin' up the beat
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| 'Cause my parents came with nothing, they got a little more
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| And sure, we’re poor, but yo, at least we got the store
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| And it’s all about the legacy they left with me, it’s destiny
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| And one day I’ll be on a beach with Sonny writing checks to me
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| In the Heights, I hang my flag up on display
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| We came to work and to live and we got a lot in common
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| It reminds me that I came from miles away
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| D.R., P.R., we are not stoppin'
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| In the Heights
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| In the Heights
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| I’ve got today!
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| Every day, paciencia y fe
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| Until the day we go from poverty to stock options
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| And today’s all we got, so we cannot stop
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| This is our block!
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| In the Heights
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| I hang my flag up on display
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| Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!
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| It reminds me that I came from miles away
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| My family came from miles away—
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| In the Heights
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| It gets more expensive every day
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| Every day
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| And tonight is so far away—
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| But as for mañana, mi pana
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| Ya gotta just keep watchin'
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| You’ll see the
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| late nights
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| You’ll taste
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| beans and rice
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| The syrups and
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| shaved ice
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| I ain’t gonna
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| say it twice
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| So turn up the stage lights
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| We’re takin' a flight
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| To a couple of days
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| in the life of what it’s like
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| Late nights!
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| Beans and rice!
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| Shaved ice!
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| Say it twice!
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| In the Heights!
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| In the Heights!
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| In the Heights!
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| Ah
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| Ah
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| Ah
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| Ah!
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| En Washington Heights! |