| Funky beats, Barrow Street
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| Walking with your dog
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| I see you, you see me
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| Then we stop and talk
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| Later on, some cafe
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| Thinking what you said
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| Children laugh, telling jokes
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| Till their eyes are red
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| The people feel so good, yeah
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| Say, boy, say, girl
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| All in my neighborhood, yeah
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| Say, boy, say, girl
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| We got peace, love, and monkey business
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| Gonna reach the very top
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| There’ll be pride, hope, and Sunday mornings
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| All the things I’m thinking of
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| We could change the world, my love
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| In the night while we are sleeping
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| The power’s in my neighborhood
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| Liquor store, stop and shop
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| Old folks sit outside
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| Restaurants and laundromats
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| And she’s still on my mind
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| April, May, June, July
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| August comes around
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| Pretty soon, a year’s gone by
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| And we’re still hanging out
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| The people feel so good, yeah
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| Say, boy, say, girl
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| All in my neighborhood, yeah
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| Say, boy, say, girl
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| We got peace, love, and monkey business
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| Gonna reach the very top
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| There’ll be pride, hope, and Sunday mornings
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| All the things I’m thinking of
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| We could change the world, my love
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| In the night while we are sleeping
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| Now the rich get richer
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| And the poor stay poor
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| And folks get restless
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| If it don’t change soon
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| But there’s a sweet sensation
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| Turnin' bad to good
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| And things get better
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| In my neighborhood, neighborhood
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| Neighborhood
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| So burn on
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| You little candle
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| Put your light into my head
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| There’s a lone wolf
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| He’s on the mountain
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| He’s the friend you never had
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| We got peace, love, and monkey business
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| Gonna reach the very top
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| There’ll be pride, hope, and Sunday mornings
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| All the things I’m thinking of
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| So come on down
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| Come on, come on
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| Come on down
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| Come on, come on
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| Come on down
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| Come on, come on
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| Come on down |