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Music by Bill |
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Payne-- Fran |
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TateYou can say what you want |
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People runnin', talkin', it's all going on up and down the street |
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Young girls selling their wares, no cares |
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Ah, history's left it's mark, aha |
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Old folks that were able |
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Now can table it at their own expense |
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They wouldn't miss it, they don't care if it's day or night |
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Oh the city she makes |
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Sometimes your soul to feel floating just like a leaf in the wind |
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Street is stream so it carries you past your present schemes 'til there is no end |
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Left right in the alley |
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No one catches you but the gentle wind |
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There ain't no |
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Jane, no Jill, no |
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Sally to see you through |
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There ain't no |
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Jane, no Jill, no |
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Sally to see you through |
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So you do what you want |
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And pretend again that it's time to roam 'cause you can't go home |
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Maybe you'll find your way today, |
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But while you're at it you'll have some fun |
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And through tears of laughter |
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You know it's nothing until you find someone |
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You wouldn't miss it |
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You don't care if it's day or night |
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