| New York on Sunday
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| Big city taking a nap
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| Slow down, it’s Sunday
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| Life’s a ball, let it fall in your lap
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| If you’ve got troubles
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| Just take them out for a walk
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| They’ll burst like bubbles
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| In the fun of a Sunday in New York
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| You can spend time without spending a dime
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| Watching people watch people pass
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| Later you pause and in one of those stores
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| There’s that face next to yours in the glass
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| Two hearts stop beating
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| You’re both too breathless to speak
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| Love smiles her greeting
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| Then the dream that has seen you through the week
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| Comes true on Sunday in New York
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| New York on Sunday
|
| Big city taking a nap
|
| Slow down, it’s Sunday
|
| Life’s a ball, let it fall in your lap
|
| And if you’ve got troubles
|
| Go take them out for a walk
|
| They’ll burst like bubbles
|
| In the fun of a Sunday in New York
|
| You can spend time without spending a dime
|
| Watching people watch people pass
|
| Later you pause and in one of those stores
|
| There’s that face next to yours in the glass
|
| Two hearts stop beating
|
| You’re both too breathless to speak
|
| Love smiles her greeting
|
| Then the dream that has seen you through the week
|
| Comes true on Sunday in New York
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| Comes true on Sunday in New York |