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I'm leaving today.

I wanna be a part of it, New York, New York.

I wanna wake up in the city that doesn’t sleeps,

To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.

These vagabond shoes,

Are longing to stray,

Right through the very hard of it

New York, New York.

If I can make it there,

I'll make it anywhere,

It's up to you, New York, New York.

I wanna wake up, in the city that doesn’t sleeps

And find I'm king of the hill, head of the list

CrÕme of the crop and the top of the heap.

These 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'll make it anywhere,

It's up to you, New York, New York.