| I studied all the pictures in magazines and books
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| I memorized the subway map too
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| It’s one block north to Macy’s and two to Brothers Brooks
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| Manhattan, I prepared for you
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| You certainly are different from what they have back home
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| Where nothing’s over three stories high
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| And no one’s in a hurry or wants to roam
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| But I do, though they wonder why…
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| NYC
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| Just got here this morning
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| Three bucks
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| Two bags
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| One me
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| NYC
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| I give you fair warning
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| Up there
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| In lights
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| I’ll be
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| Go ask the Gershwins or Kaufman and Hart
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| The place they love the best
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| Though California pays big for their art
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| Their fan mail’s still addressed to NYC
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| Tomorrow a penthouse
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| That’s way up high
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| Tonight
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| The «Y»
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| Why not?
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| It’s NYC
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| Too hot
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| Too cold
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| Too late
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| I’m sold
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| Why not…
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| Here I go
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| And there’s no turning back
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| My great adventure has begun
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| I may be small
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| But I’ve got giant plans
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| To shine as brightly as the sun
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| I will blaze until I find my time and place
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| I will be fearless, surrendering modesty and grace
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| I will not disappear without a trace
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| I’ll shout and start a riot
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| Be anything but quiet
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| Christopher Columbus, I’ll be astonishing
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| Astonishing
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| Astonishing
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| At last |