Start spreading the newsI'm leaving in JuneI want to be a part of it, New York, New YorkThese vagabond shoesAre longing to strayAnd make a brand new start of itNew York, New YorkI want to wake up in the city that never sleepsTo find I'm king of the hill, top of the heapThese little town bluesAre melting awayI'll make a brand new start of itIn old New YorkIf I can make it thereI'll make it anywhereIt's up to you, New York, New York.I want to wake up in the city that never sleepsTo find I'm king of the hill, top of the heapThese little town bluesAre melting awayI'll make a brand new start of itIn old New YorkIf I can make it thereI'll make it anywhereIt's up to you, New York, New York.
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Start spreading the newsI'm leaving in JuneI want to be a part of it, New York, New YorkThese vagabond shoesAre longing to strayAnd make a brand new start of itNew York, New YorkI want to wake up in the city that never sleepsTo find I'm king of the hill, top of the heapThese little town bluesAre melting awayI'll make a brand new start of itIn old New YorkIf I can make it thereI'll make it anywhereIt's up to you, New York, New York.I want to wake up in the city that never sleepsTo find I'm king of the hill, top of the heapThese little town bluesAre melting awayI'll make a brand new start of itIn old New YorkIf I can make it thereI'll make it anywhereIt's up to you, New York, New York.
