| It’s been a year since I was here
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| On the street just passing my time away
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| To the left and to the right a town of stone grows to the sky
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| And it’s out of sight, in a fading light
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| So here I am again in the city
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| With a fist full of dollars and baby you better believe:
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| I’m back, back in the New York groove
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| I’m back, back in the New York groove
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| I’m back, back in the New York groove
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| New York, in the New York groove
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| New York, in the New York groove
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| New York, in the New York groove
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| New York
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| New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
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| There’s nothing you can’t do
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| Now you’re in New York
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| These streets will make you feel brand new
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| Big lights will inspire you
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| Now you’re in New York, New York, New York
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| In the back of my Cadillac
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| A wicked lady sitting by my side says where are we
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| Stop at third and forty three
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| Dance into the night and it’s gonna be ectasy
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| This day was made for me
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| I feel so good tonight who cares about tomorrow
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| And baby, you better believe
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| I’m back, back in the New York groove
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| I’m back, back in the New York groove
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| I’m back, back in the New York groove
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| New York, in the New York groove
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| New York, in the New York groove
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| New York, in the New York groove
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| New York
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| New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
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| There’s nothing you can’t do
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| Now you’re in New York
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| These streets will make you feel brand new
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| Big lights will inspire you
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| Now you’re in New York, New York, New York
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| I’m back, back in the New York groove
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| I’m back, back in the New York groove
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| Now you’re in New York
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| I’m back, back in the New York groove
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| Let’s hear it for New York
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| I’m back, back in the New York groove
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| Now you’re in New York
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| I’m back, back in the New York groove
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| I’m back, back in the New York groove |