Put your lighters in the air, everybody say Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty I'ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful of dreams Some will sleep tonight with a hunger for more than an empty fridge Hail a gypsy cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge Such a melting pot, on the corner selling rock, preachers pray to God On the avenue, there ain't never a curfew, ladies work so hard Hear it for New York, New York, New Yooork! These streets will make you feel brand new Seeing my face in lights or my name in marquees found down on BroadwayĮven if it ain't all it seems, I got a pocketful of dreams If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere, that's what they say Noise is always loud, there are sirens all around and the streets are mean ![]() Grew up in a town that is famous as a place of movie scenes
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