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With the strike settled, I should be hittin' the road.

I don't get it. What's Santa Fe got that New ain't?

Or better yet, what's New got that Santa Fe ain't?

New got us, and we're family

And got one more ace up your sleeve

What would be?

Me. Wherever you go, I'm there right by side.

For

For sure.

Don't take to be a dreamer
All you do is close your
But some made-up is all you ever see
Now my eyes is finally
And my dreams, they's
But they don't matter if you ain't with me

We'll all be out
the banner man to man
We're out there
ev'ry sucker that we can
Here's the
Newsies on a
Kill the
Sell the edition
We'll be out
Carrying the
See us out
Carrying the
out there
Carrying the

at me!
I'm the of New York!

I'm
Starin' at ya,
Lousy stature!

be!
I'm the of New York!
Victory!
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Guts and
I'm the
of New York!