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When my heart is torn apart |
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by love I wish I had, |
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Well, I spend my nights in the city's lights |
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and things don't seem so bad. |
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Ya know the movement seems to soothe me, |
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and the temp takes control, |
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and I lose my blues |
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when the Ne w York City rhythm fill my soul |
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it's the New York City rhythm |
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runnin' thru' my life, |
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the pounding beat of the city streets |
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that keeps mydreams alive. |
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I'm lost, I'm found, I'm up, I'm down, |
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but somehow I survive. |
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It's got to be the New York City |
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rhythm in my life, |
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It's got to be the New York City |
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rhythm in my life, in my life. |
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When I'm out for love or sin, |
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Oh, it's good to be in town, |
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In the funky dives on the old west sid |
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there's always somethin' goin' down. |
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Oh yes , I live my life with strangers, |
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and the danger's always there, |
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but when I hit Broadway and it's time to play, |
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ya know that I don't care |
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