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Flying o'er the sea |
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My guitar and me |
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Forty thousand feet |
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What a brilliant feat |
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Go west, don't go east |
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A famine or a feast |
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We're treated better there |
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A homeless one is rare |
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I feel the city's lure |
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The apple of my eye |
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I cherish her |
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Everybody's here |
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From all across the earth |
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Tongues and tribes galore |
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There isn't any war |
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I feel the city's lure |
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The apple of my eye |
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I cherish her |
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I feel the city's lure |
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The apple of my eye |
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I cherish her |
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New York, New York, I'm comin' |
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New York, New York, I'm comin' |
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New York, New York, I'm comin' |
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New York, New York, I'm comin' |
