| I’ve seen the sidewalks
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| And I’ve been aware
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| Of the lamps and tables and the paperback books
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| That you throw out there
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| All your artifacts
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| In disrepair
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| Make up a pile so high
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| Could tie up the traffic in the thoroughfare
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| Put your love out on the street
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| Put your love out on the street
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| Put your love out on the street
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| Put your love out on the street tonight
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| I don’t mind your sinning
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| I’m no saint myself
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| And if the neighbours call you a hellcat
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| Then let them call me a jezebel
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| Cause I’ve come to know you
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| I’ve come to know you so well
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| From spying on you from my bathroom window
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| In this cheap hotel
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| So let flow the hydrants
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| And we’ll dance in the spray
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| And we’ll wash out our dirty laundry
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| In the alleyway |