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I can see my breath |
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paint itself into the winter air |
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vanish in the crooked line |
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of the hanging sky |
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weaving in with the city's scent |
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of taxi cab's exhaust(ed) |
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people buttoned up |
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running around late |
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always for something |
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the rent is high |
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but you are free |
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to dream out loud |
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adventure's guaranteed |
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Oh New York |
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It's a city you can get lost in |
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Oh New York |
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It's a city you can get found in |
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And you can find me here |
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stepping tall, scraping the sky |
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This is life |
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This is living |
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New York |
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Laying on pillows of yellow and red |
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Fallen leaves under your head |
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Autumn night in the park |
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Clutching your lover close |
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The only other sign of life |
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is the kaleidoscope of city lights |
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winking through the tree tops |
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reminding you that you are |
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in the heart of the world |
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and it won't stop |
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Oh New York |
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It's a city you can get lost in |
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Oh New York |
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It's a city you can get found in |
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And you can find me here |
|
stepping tall, scraping the sky |
|
This is life |
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This is living |
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New York |
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Every turn's a promise |
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Every block's a mystery |
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You'll discover my heart |
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beating to the pulse of these streets |
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with the millions who surround me |
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carving who I am to be |
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Oh New York |
|
It's a city you can get lost in |
|
Oh New York |
|
It's a city you can get found in |
|
And you can find me here |
|
stepping tall, scraping the sky |
|
This is life |
|
This is living |
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New York |
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New York (every block's a mystery) |
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New York (kaleidoscope of life) |
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New York (people all running round) |
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New York (the heart of the world) |
