| It’s a windy night
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| Of first and main
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| Of any city
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| Of a hundred names
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| Spirits fly high and the sparks fly low
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| And the cats are all creeping out the back door slow
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| And the cats are out, gonna harmonize
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| They’re headed for Cool Street on the main line
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| And here comes that Joe Serpentine
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| The life of a cat can leave you far behind
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| They’re just cats without claws
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| Never had a good reason
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| Never had a cause
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| It’s hard to be yourself
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| When everyone else is around
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| There’s always someone out there
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| Trying to pull you down
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| You’re sitting on the fence crying out to the moon
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| The day goes by too fast and the night comes too soon
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| You bet your life and you sell your soul
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| Give it all up for beggar’s gold
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| And the hidden city has its own laws
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| Produces a species cats without claws
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| They’re just cats without claws
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| Never had a good reason
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| Never had a cause
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| Oh, they’re just cats without claws
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| Never had a good reason
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| Never had a cause
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| Oh, here they come again
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| Singing songs in a melody
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| Do, do, do, do, do
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| Oh, oh, it’s tough life, tough life, tough life
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| And the streets are full of pain
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| Specially when it’s calling out your name
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| It’s hard on the one who doesn’t sacrifice
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| The things the world has to offer nice
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| Come inside, spend some time, stay alive
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| It’ll take your heart and it’ll steal your mind
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| Oh, they’re just cats without claws
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| Never had a good reason
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| Never had a cause
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| Oh, they’re just cats without claws
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| Never had a good reason
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| Never had a cause
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh |