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Autumn in New York |
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Why does it seem so inviting? |
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Autumn in New York |
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It spells the thrill of first-nighting |
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Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds |
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In canyons of steel |
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They're making me feel, I'm home |
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It's autumn in New York |
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That brings the promise of new love |
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Autumn in New York |
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Is often mingled with pain |
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Dreamers with empty hands |
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They sigh for exotic lands |
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It's autumn in New York |
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It's good to live it again |
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Autumn in New York |
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The gleaming rooftops at sundown |
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Oh, autumn in New York |
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It lifts you up when you run down |
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Yes, jaded rou's and gay divorces |
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Whoo, lunch at the Ritz |
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Will tell you that it's divine |
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This autumn in New York |
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Transforms the slums into Mayfair |
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Oh, autumn in New York |
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You'll need no castles in Spain |
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Yes, lovers that bless the dark |
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On the benches in Central Park |
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Greet autumn in New York |
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It's good to live it again |
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Autumn in New York |
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That brings the promise of new love |
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Autumn in New York |
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Is often mingled with pain |
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Dreamers with empty hands |
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They sigh for exotic lands |
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Its autumn in New York |
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Its good to live it again |
