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Boy, It's hard to tell you this |
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I have to leave it all behind |
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boy, I can't ignore it |
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I miss New York with my heart |
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with my body and my restless mind |
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The yellow cab that's picking up and passing by |
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The morning coffee at the corner |
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A little bit overpriced |
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The shiny S.U.V. that's cruising through the lights |
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Enchanting views from excruciating heights |
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The sound of laughter from the roof deck next to mine |
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The jeep I drove that always used to get a fine |
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The tiny restaurant where we all met for brunch |
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Drinking Bloody Marys all the way to lunch |
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I am sorry, I never meant to leave you |
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But every day when I'm away is such a pity |
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I am sorry, I never meant to hurt you |
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But I never thought I would fall in love with a city |
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Central Park when all the leaves are turning brown |
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The wheel of fortune always spinning 'round and 'round |
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The ups and downs, the flips around, the New York fashion |
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Miss Statue of Liberty is full of passion |
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Remember Jaco crossing Hudson River naked |
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A New York Minute, it's impossible to fake it |
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and stuff like this goes on every single day |
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If not right on your block, just a few away |
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Living in the middle |
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of where dreams are coming ture |
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When love becomes a riddle |
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there's always something else to do |
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the beauty and ambitions |
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People reaching out for more |
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Minds are always open |
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so nothing's ever really like before |