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New York

The Woodsmen

New York, to your tall skyline I come flyin in from London to your door.
New York, looking down on central park, where they say you should not wander after dark.
New York, like a scene from all those movies but you're real enough for me, New York.
New York, you got money on your mind and my words wont make a dimes' bit of difference...
So heres to you, New York.
Yeah! Write my name on the sidewalk.






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