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New York New York
Soraya Y Víctor

Start spreading the news,
I'm leaving today.
I wanna be a part of it
New York, New York.

These vagabond shoes,
Are longing to stray.
And step around the heart of it
New York, New York.

I wanna wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep.
To find I'm king of the hill,
Top of the heap.

My little town blues
Are melting away.
I’ll make a brand new start of it
In old New York.

If I can make it there,
I'd make it anywhere.
It's up to you,
New York, New York.

New York, New York.

I wanna wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep.
To find I'm king of the hill,
Head of the list,
Cream of the crop,
At the top of the heap.

My little town blues
Are melting away.
I’ll make a brand new start of it
In old New York.

If I can make it there,
I'd make it anywhere.
Come on, come through
Like you to New York, New York.

My little town blues
Are melting away.
I’ll make a brand new start of it
In old New York.

If I can make it there
I'd make it anywhere.
Come on, come through,
New York, New York.