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Down in the Latin quarter, down on dead end street |
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Down in the basement brother that's where I'm bound to be |
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Trading payday weekly for a welfare check |
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My baby's cryin' crazy ain't seen nothing yet |
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Own a cardboard shelter with a classic view on Rio |
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Sellin' cigarettes to the tourists down below |
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Girl's a sixteen year old carnival queen |
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Too poor to strike a match, if you know what I mean |
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If you know what I mean |
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But they dance to that voodoo rhythm |
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Oh, they can't do without it |
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They dance it's such an old tradition that your soul belongs |
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Your soul belongs to music they dance |
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Not too far from the ghetto |
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Life has a different feel, food has a different flavor |
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Boot tap a different beat, Doberman will be watchin' |
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Your every single move |
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You know, you can't trust a stranger |
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Baby, oh ain't that the truth, ain't that the truth now |
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They dance to that voodoo rhythm |
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Oh, they can't do without it |
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They dance it's such an old tradition that your soul belongs |
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Your soul belongs to music |
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They dance to that voodoo rhythm |
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Oh, they can't do without it |
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They dance it's such an old tradition |
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Their souls belongs, their soul belongs to music |
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That's why they dance! |
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They dance to that voodoo rhythm |
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Oh, they can't live without it |
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But they dance it's such an old tradition |
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Their soul belongs, their soul belongs to music |
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That's why you dance! |
