| On sixteenth street
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| In the heart of the heart of the city
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| In the back room of a bar
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| On sixteenth street
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| In the heart of the heart of the city
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| In the back room of a bar
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| Called the Albion
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| I could make a Princeton sing
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| Like a house on fire
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| For anyone
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| And I smelled danger
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| Everytime that you walked by
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| I felt like Jesus
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| When you looked me in the eye
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| It brought me trouble
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| So I brought you some trouble too
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| You tied a rag around your head
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| Said meat is murder
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| I thought about it for a while
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| I said love is pain
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| You said I can’t give you anything you want boy
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| Now what’s my name?
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| And I smelled danger
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| Everytime that you walked by
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| I felt like Jesus
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| When you looked me in the eye
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| It brought me trouble
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| So I brought you some trouble too
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| I saw a dragon once
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| Coming out of the Broadway tunnel
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| I picked my camera up
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| And I put my camera down
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| When the last beatnik on earth
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| Tapped me on the shoulder
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| I turned around
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| And I smelled danger
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| Everytime that you walked by
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| I felt like Jesus
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| When you looked me in the eye
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| It brought me trouble
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| So I brought you some trouble too
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