| Wish everybody would leave me alone—yeah
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| They’re always calling on my telephone
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| When I pick it up there’s no one there
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| So I walk outside just to take the air
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| Come on with me cruising down the street
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| Who knows what you’ll see, who you might meet
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| This brave new world’s not like yesterday—
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| It can take you higher than the milky way
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| Now I’m blinded I can really see—yeah
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| No more bright lights confusing me—no
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| Don’t ask me why I’m feeling blue
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| 'cause loving you is all I can do
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| Hey good-looking boys—gather around
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| The sidewalk papers gutter-press you down
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| All those lies can be so unkind
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| They can make you feel like you’re losing your mind
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| Street life
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| Street life
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| Street life
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| What a life
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| Back to nature boys—Vasser girls too
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| Watch what you say, or think, or do
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| Continental-style strasse girls might
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| But you know exactly if it’s wrong or right
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| Education is an important key—yes
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| But the good life’s never won by degrees—no
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| Pointless passing through Harvard or Yale
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| Only window shopping — it’s strictly no sale
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| Week end starts Friday soon after eight
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| Your jet black magic helps you celebrate
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| You may be stranded if you stick around
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| —And that’s really something… |