quinta-feira, 1 de setembro de 2011

como eu tenho saudades disto


"on the avenue, there ain't never a curfew, ladies work so hard
such a melting pot, on the corner selling rock, preachers pray to god
hail a gypsy cab, takes me down from harlem to the brooklyn bridge
some will sleep tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge

i'm gonna make it by any means, i got a pocketful of dreams
baby, i'm from new york
concrete jungle where dreams are made of
there's nothing you can't do
now you're in new york
these street will make you feel brand new
big lights will inspire you
now you're in new york, new york, new york!

one hand in the air for the big city,
street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
no place in the world that can compare
put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

in new york
concrete jungle where dreams are made of
there's nothing you can't do
now you're in new york
these streets will make you feel brand new
big lights will inspire you
hear it for new york!"

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