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Tonight I'm going
To New York city
The place I'll call my home
And tonight I'm going where the climate's shitty
But I won't feel so alone
And I will build it up right from the ground
Yea, with my own bare hands
Until the sun doth set
On the silhouette of this broken promise land
Of this broken promise land

Tonight I'm leaving
For old Manhattan
The place where I was born
And I will fight for hope
Like a peaceful baron
With Broadway lights forlorn
And as the buildings weep
I will not sleep
Until I dry their tears
And I will not rest
'til East and West side
Thunder with the cheers
For the land we hold so dear

Let's go!

Have a good time!

Tonight I'm going
To New York city
The place I'll call my home
Yea, tonight I'm going where the climate's shitty
But I won't feel so alone
And as the buildings weep
I will not sleep
Until I dry their tears
And I will not rest
'til East and West side thunder with the cheers
I'll build it up right from the ground
Yea, with my own bare hands
'til the sun doth set
On the silhouette of this broken promise land
Of this broken promise land
Tonight I'm going   To New York city   The place I'll call my home   And tonight I'm going where the climate's shitty   But I won't feel so alone   And I will build it up right from the ground   Yea, with my own bare hands   Until the sun doth set   On the silhouette of this broken promise land   Of this broken promise land      Tonight I'm leaving   For old Manhattan   The place where I was born   And I will fight for hope   Like a peaceful baron   With Broadway lights forlorn   And as the buildings weep   I will not sleep   Until I dry their tears   And I will not rest    'til East and West side   Thunder with the cheers   For the land we hold so dear      Let's go!      Have a good time!      Tonight I'm going   To New York city   The place I'll call my home   Yea, tonight I'm going where the climate's shitty   But I won't feel so alone   And as the buildings weep   I will not sleep   Until I dry their tears   And I will not rest    'til East and West side thunder with the cheers   I'll build it up right from the ground   Yea, with my own bare hands   'til the sun doth set   On the silhouette of this broken promise land   Of this broken promise land
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