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Sunday Morning In New York

Sunday morning in New York is still Saturday night
There’s more hours in the day here
And still not enough time
6 a.m. in an Irish bar
Telling stories, now & then a tear
New York, I love you
I can’t be happy anywhere but here

Sunday morning in New York is still Saturday night
Turn the music up
Close the curtains, shoot out the streetlights

I can’t get enough of you
No, I’ll sleep when I’m dead
Well, that may be sooner than you think
If we don’t go home and go to bed
Sonny Rollins on the Williamsburg Bridge
Playing his horn to the river and the night
Man, there’s nothin’ more beautiful
Than looking down at the city lights
Sunday morning in New York is still Saturday night