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Now there's many tales |
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In many cities to tell |
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And there's so many ways |
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That that story is told. |
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There's a room with no bed in the heart of the ghetto |
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Where the rags and words lie still. |
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There's a room with a chair in the heart of the city |
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But only memories sit there. |
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Princelet street in the heart of the ghetto |
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Still Katz sells bags and strings, |
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Calling you back are the streets of the ghetto |
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Climb the stairs where you're from. |
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There's a room at the top of the heart of the ghetto |
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Where the gypsy's been and gone... |
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Chorus: |
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Oh see them watching, |
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Oh streets always watching - they're a watching now. |
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Oh see them watching, |
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Oh ghosts always watching - they're a watching now. |
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Saying them prayers by edge of the city |
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And now it's time to move on. |
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New voices talk in the heart of the ghetto |
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Make a little money move on. |
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Memory thieves in the heart of the ghetto |
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Don't want ghosts movin' on. |
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But the gypsy's on the loose in the heart of the city |
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And now ya see he move on. |
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Chorus: |
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Oh see them watching, |
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Oh streets always watching - they're a watching now. |
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Oh see them watching, |
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Oh ghosts always watching - they're a watching now. |
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Listen to the street move on, |
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Letters and numbers move on, |
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Gypsy always move on, |
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See him there then he gone (repeat) |
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Always got to move on. |
