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Drop me off in Harlem |
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Any place in Harlem |
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There's someone waiting there |
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Who makes it seem like |
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Heaven up in Harlem |
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I don't want your Dixie |
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You can keep your Dixie |
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There's no one down in Dixie |
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Who can take me 'way |
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From my hot Harlem |
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Harlem has those southern skies |
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They're in my baby's smile |
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I idolize my baby's eyes |
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And classy up town style |
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If Harlem moved to China |
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I know of nothing finer |
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Than to stow away on a 'plane |
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Some day and have them |
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Drop me off in Harlem |
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Harlem has those southern skies |
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They're in my baby's smile |
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I idolize my baby's eyes |
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And classy up town style |
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If Harlem moved to China |
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I know of nothing finer |
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Than to stow away on a 'plane |
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Some day and have them |
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Drop me off in Harlem |
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If Harlem moved to China |
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I know nothing finer |
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Than to be in Harlem |
