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I'm feeling rough but it's alrightWindows are open, it's warm outsideI'm hearing voices through the doorsWhispering like you got, like, like you've got a secretI'm hearing voices through the doorsLet's make us some money, New York, New York, New YorkSo cheers to broken glassesCheers to broken heartsI'll meet you at the dive barSummer's here, we don't need to get that far to get awayTo get awayI'm hearing voices through the doorsWhisper like you've got, like, like you've got a secretSmoke your cigarettesBaby, it's the wild wild westSo cheers to broken glassesCheers to broken heartsI'll meet you at the dive barSummer's here and we don't need to get that far to get awaySo cheers to broken glassesCheers to broken heartsI'll meet you at the dive barLetras de cancionesSummer's here and we don't need to get that far to get awaySo cheers to broken glassesCheers to broken heartsI'll meet you at the dive barSummer's here and we don't need to get that far to get away From Letras Mania