Flying o'er the sea
My guitar and me
Forty thousand feet
What a brilliant featGo west, don't go east
A famine or a feast
We're treated better there
A homeless one is rareI feel the city's lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish herEverybody's here
From all across the earth
Tongues and tribes galore
There isn't any warI feel the city's lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish herI feel the city's lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish herNew York, New York, I'm comin'
New York, New York, I'm comin'
New York, New York, I'm comin'
New York, New York, I'm comin'
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