| Now, I see you looking lost
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| And he sits on his seat
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| But, don’t you walk on my street baby
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| You can hear Lupita scream
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| The river’s got your forehead darling
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| It spies your city scene
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| That city shines when you’re away
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| It can’t hear Lupita scream
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| Yeah, but would be such a fool
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| To rely on his dreams
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| While New York houses pain and boredom
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| In between the seas
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| Their taxis, man, have been following you
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| They chase you down the street
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| Your cross builds a cross in the center of town
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| It looks like a Christmas Tree
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| Well, the docks they went on strike again
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| It’s you, they don’t want to see
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| They said they’d rather get high
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| Then hear Lupita Scream (than)
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| You need some warmth and relaxation
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| With the salesman of your dreams
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| But, don’t you walk on my street baby
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| You can hear Lupita Scream |