| You don’t remember what to say
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| You don’t remember what to do
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| You don’t remember where to go
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| You don’t remember what to choose
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| You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down
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| All the stony people
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| Walking around in Christian licorice clothes
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| I can’t hesitate
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| And I can’t wait
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| For Pleasant Street
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| The sunshine reminds you of concreted skies
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| You thought you were flying but you opened your eyes
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| And you found yourself falling back to yesterday’s lies
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| Hello, Pleasant Street, oh you know she’s back again
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| You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down
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| All the stony people
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| Walking around in Christian licorice clothes
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| I can’t hesitate
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| And I can’t wait
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| For Pleasant Street
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| At twilight your lover will comes to your room
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| He’ll spin you, he’ll weave you around his emerald loom
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| And softly you’ll whisper all around his ear
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| «Sorry lover, I love Pleasant Street
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| Oh I wheel, I steal, I feel my way down to knee, down»
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| All the stony people
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| Walking around in Christian licorice clothes
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| I can’t hesitate
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| And I can’t wait
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| For Pleasant Street
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| You don’t remember what to say
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| You don’t remember what to do
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| You don’t remember which way to go
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| You don’t remember what to choose
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| You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down |