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New York style, style, style, style |
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New York City |
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New York City girl |
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New York City |
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New York City girl |
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You grew up ridin' the subways, runnin' with people |
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Up in Harlem, down on Broadway |
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You're no tramp, but you're no lady |
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Talkin' that street talk |
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You're the heart and soul of New York City |
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And love, love is just a passing word (passing word) |
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It's the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb (left on |
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the curb) |
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When he dropped you off at East and the Third |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl) |
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You should know the score by now |
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You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl) |
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The music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer |
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Makin' friends and findin' lovers |
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There you are lost in the shadows, searchin' for someone |
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To set you free from New York City |
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And oh, where did all those yesterdays go (yesterdays go) |
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When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show (like a |
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Broadway show) |
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You were the star, when did it close? |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl) |
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No more hope is the door |
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For a native New Yorker (New York City girl) |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl) |
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You should know the score by now |
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You're a native New Yorker |
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New York City |
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New York City girl |
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New York City |
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New York City girl |
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New York City |
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New York City girl |
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New York City |
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New York City girl |
