[Ella:]
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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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[Louis:]
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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 divorc‚es
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Who 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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[Trumpet solo]
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[Ella:]
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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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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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Ella Fitzgerald |