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Franck Sinatra   -   New York New York

    Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today

    I want to be a part of it, New York, New York

    These vagabond shoes are longing to stray

    Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York

    I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep

    And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap

    These little town blues are melting away

    I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York

    If I can  make it there, I'll make it   anywhere

    It's up to you , New York, New York

    <instrumental>

    New York, New York

    I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps

    And find I'm A-number-one, top of the list,

    King of the hill, A-number-one

    These little town blues   are melting away

    I'm gonna make a brand new start of it  in old New York

    A-a-a-nd if I can make it there, I'm gonna make it   anywhere

    It's up to you, New York, New York

    New York

U2  -  New York

    In New York freedom looks like too many choices
    In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices
    Voices on the cell phone
    Voices from home
    Voices of the hard sell
    Voices down the stairwell
    In New York, just got a place in New York

    In New York summers get hot, well into the hundreds
    You can't walk around the block without a change of clothing
    Hot as a hairdryer in your face
    Hot as a handbag and a can of mace
    In New York, I just got a place in New York
    New York, New York

    In New York you can forget, forget how to sit still
    Tell yourself you will stay in
    But it's down to Alphaville

    New York, New York, New York
    New York, New York, New York

    The Irish have been coming here for years
    Feel like they own the place
    They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt, they even got the police
    Irish, Italian, Jews and Hispanics
    Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew,
    Living happily not like me and you
    That's where I lost you... NewYork

    New York, New York
    New York, New York

    In New York I lost it all to you and your vices
    Still I'm staying on to figure out my mid life crisis
    I hit an iceberg in my life
    But you know I'm still afloat
    You lose your balance, lose your wife
    In the queue for the lifeboat

    You got to put the women and children first
    But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York


    New York, New York
    New York, New York

    In the stillness of the evening
    When the sun has had its day
    I heard your voice a-whispering
    Come away child

    New York, New York.

Bruce Springsteen   -   My city of ruins

    There's a blood red circle
    On the cold dark ground
    And the rain is falling down
    The church door's thrown open
    I can hear the organ's song
    But the congregation's gone
    My city of ruins
    My city of ruins

    Now the sweet bells of mercy
    Drift through the evening trees
    Young men on the corner
    Like scattered leaves
    The boarded up windows
    The empty streets
    While my brother's down on his knees
    My city of ruins
    My city of ruins

    Come on rise up! Come on rise up!
    Come on rise up! Come on rise up!
    Come on rise up! Come on rise up!
    Come on rise up! Come on rise up!

    Now there's tears on the pillow
    Darlin' where we slept
    And you took my heart when you left
    Without your sweet kiss
    My soul is lost, my friend
    Tell me how do I begin again?
    My city's in ruins
    My city's in ruins

    Now with these hands
    With these hands
    With these hands
    With these hands
    I pray Lord
    With these hands
    With these hands
    I pray for the strength, Lord
    With these hands
    With these hands
    I pray for the faith, Lord
    With these hands
    With these hands
    I pray for your love, Lord
    With these hands
    With these hands
    I pray for the strength, Lord
    With these hands
    With these hands
    I pray for your love, Lord
    With these hands
    With these hands
    I pray for the faith, Lord
    With these hands
    With these hands
    I pray for the strength, Lord

    Come on, rise up!
    Come on, rise up!

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