| Woo, woo
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| Woo, woo
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| And if the city's skyscrapers rise over this island
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| Would you be glad to see Manhattan for once?
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| I knew the dream, it died, JMZ line, Myrtle, and Broadway
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| But I'd be glad to see Manhattan for once
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| Woah-woah, living life in the city
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| Woah-woah, it will never be pretty, oh, oh
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| Woah-woah, we can plan if we make it
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| Woah-woah, we won't let 'em
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| They won't take it from me, no, oh, oh, woah (2, 3, 4)
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| Woo, woo
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| Woo, woo
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| And if you leave, don't leave me all alone
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| 'Cause I'll be scared, I'll be naked, I'll get cold
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| And I miss my dad and Cleopatra sitting on a phone
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| So take me back off these streets and we'll never be apart
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| Together from the start
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| Never, never falling back alone
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| Living life in the city
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| Oh-oh, it will never be pretty, oh, oh
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| Oh-oh, we can plan if we make it
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| Woah-woah, we won't let 'em
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| They won't take it from me, no, oh, oh, woah
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| And if the sun don't shine on me today
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| And if the subways flood and bridges break
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| Will you just lay down and dig your grave?
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| Or will you rail against your dying day?
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| Da-da-da-da, da, da, da-ah-da
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| Da-da-da-da-ah, da, da, da
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| Da-da-da-da, da, da, da-ah-da
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| Da-da-da-da-ah, da, da, da |