| Round and round, up and down
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| Through the streets of your town
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| Everyday I make my way
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| Through the streets of your town
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| And don’t the sun look good today?
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| But the rain is on its way
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| Watch the butcher shine his knives
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| And this town is full of battered wives
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| Round and round, up and down
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| Through the streets of your town
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| Everyday I make my way
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| Through the streets of your town
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| And I ride your river under the bridge
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| And I take your boat out to the reach
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| Cos I love that engine roar
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| But I still don’t know what I’m here for
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| Round and round, up and down
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| Through the streets of your town
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| Everyday I make my way
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| Through the streets of your town
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| They shut it down
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| They closed it down
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| They shut it down
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| They pulled it down
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| Round and round, up and down
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| Through the streets of your town
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| Everyday I make my way
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| Through the streets of your town
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| Round and round, up and down
|
| Through the streets of your town
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| Everyday I make my way
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| Through the streets of your town
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| Round and round, up and down
|
| Through the streets of your town
|
| Everyday I make my way
|
| Through the streets of your town
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| Round and round, up and down
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| Through the streets of your town |