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Flying o'r the sea,
My guitar and me. Thirty thousand feet, What a brilliant feat. Go west, don't go east, A famine or a feast. We're treated better there, A homeless one is rare. I feel, The city's lure. The apple of my eye, I cherish her. Everybody's here, From all across the earth, Tongues and tribes galore, There isn't any war. New York, New York, I'm comin' New York, New York, I'm comin' New York, New York, I'm comin' New York, New York, I'm comin. |
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Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say People just liked it better that way |
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I worked there for 18 months trust me it's a sh1t hole.
"There's nothing you can't do", correct, however there's nothing that someone else can do to you, and they will. It's bright lights may inspire you for a week or so but no longer. Go there for a month and you would swim the Atlantic to get home. |
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