| Don’t look down
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| They’re making sort of crazy sounds
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| Don’t look down, no
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| Don’t know who else came to kneel
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| On this empty battlefield
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| But when I hear that crazy sound, I don’t look down
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| From Central Park to shanty town
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| I always hear that crazy sound
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| From New York to shanty town
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| There’s always something else
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| Don’t look down, no
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| I went this morning to the cemetery
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| To see old Rudy Valentino buried
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| Lipstick traces on his name
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| But when I hear that crazy sound, I don’t look down
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| From Central Park to shanty town
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| I always hear that crazy sound
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| From New York to shanty town
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| There’s always something else
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| Don’t look down, no
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| When I see you standing there
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| I can’t see the clothes you wear
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| But when I hear that crazy sound, I don’t look down
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| From Central Park to shanty town
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| I always hear that crazy sound
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| From New York to shanty town
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| There’s always something else
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| Don’t look down, no
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| No I won’t be bored I won’t be there
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| Look at life it’s no piece of cake
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| But when I hear that crazy sound, I don’t look down
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| From Central Park to shanty town
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| I always hear that crazy sound
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| From New York to shanty town
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| There’s always something else
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| Don’t look down, no |