| Tonight I’m going to New York city
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| The place I’ll call my home.
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| And tonight I’m going where the climate’s shitty
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| But I won’t feel so alone.
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| And I will build it up right from the ground, yeah
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| With my own bare hands
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| Until the sun doth set on the silhouette of this broken promise land
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| Of this broken promise land.
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| Tonight I’m leaving for old Manhattan
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| The place where I was born.
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| And I will fight for hope like a peaceful baron
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| With Broadway lights forlorn.
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| And as the buildings weep I will not sleep until I dry their tears
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| And I will not rest 'til east and west side thunder with the cheers
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| For the land we hold so dear.
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| Let’s go.
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| Have a good time.
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| Tonight I’m going to New York city
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| The place I’ll call my home.
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| Yeah and tonight I’m going where the climate’s shitty
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| But I won’t feel so alone.
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| And as the buildings weep I will not sleep until I dry their tears.
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| And I will not rest 'til east and west side thunder with the cheers.
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| I’ll build it up right from the ground, yeah
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| With my own bare hands.
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| 'Til the sun doth set on the silhouette of this broken promise land.
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| Of this broken promise land. |