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I'm leaving today

I want to be a part of it

New York, New York

These vagabond shoes

They are longing to stray

Right through the very heart of it

New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city that doesn't sleeps

And find I'm king of the hill

Top of the heap

My small town blues

They have drifted away

I'm gonna make a brand new start of it

In old New York

If I can make it there

I'll make it anywhere

It's up to you

New York, New York

New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city that doesn't sleep

And find that I'm number one

Top of the list

Head of the heap

King of the hill

These little town blues

They have all melted away

I am about to make a brand new start of it

But there in old New York

And you better believe it baby

If I can make it there

You know, I'm gonna make it anywhere

It's up to you

New York, New York

New York