| There’s a place I know called Swing Street
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| Where you can really feel the heartbeat
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| After working hard til sundown
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| The city comes alive
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| High up, low down, down on Swing Street
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| Gypsy jazzmen tickling my feet
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| Jive and music, love and money
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| There’s enough to get you high
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| Sidewalk preachers hustling bibles
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| Longing for one more revival
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| There’s a truth in all these dreamers
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| If you read between the lines
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| Well, it’s all right watching the world come together
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| A real life movie that goes on forever
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| Take your chances and pull on the lever
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| Down on Swing Street
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| Down on Swing Street
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| Morning comes, that alarm clock screaming
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| Coat and tie, and wheeling, dealing
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| I wish that I could be back on Swing Street
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| Watching life roll by Everyone looks for romance
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| Living out of magazines
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| But there’s still one place
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| Where you don’t have to fake it Down on Swing Street
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| Down on Swing Street |