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Guess what! Summer's arrived |
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I feel the world's on my side |
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The Brooklyn bridge stretches below me |
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A billion souls all dying to know me |
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Well here I am, Loaded with promise |
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And knee deep in grace |
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What I want is here on my face and |
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I feel like I own the whole damn place |
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Hey Manhattan! Here I am! |
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Call me star struck uncle Sam |
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Strolling fifth avenue |
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Just to think Sinatra's been here too |
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These myths we can't undo they lie in wait for you |
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We live them till they're true |
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Manhattan doobie doo |
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Hey Manhattan doobie doo |
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Some day's you've got to get outside |
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Look there's the Carlyle |
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That's the place where Kennedy stayed |
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And where were you when he died? |
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Yeah some things are slow to fade |
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There they were loaded with promise |
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And deep in fate when what you want shows on your face |
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And all that's left litters the whole damn place |
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Hey Manhattan! Here I am! |
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Call it bad luck uncle Sam |
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Scrounging fifth avenue |
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Just to think the poor could live here too |
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But what are they to do? |
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These myths belong to you |
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We live them till they're true |
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Manhattan doobie doo |
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Hey Manhattan doobie doo |
