| Washington news, Washington blues
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| DC baby’s got to let it loose
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| Indoctrinate me, intoxicate me
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| DC baby’s fallin' over me
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| Watchin' a game, hopin' for rain
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| I’ve been here before, I’ll be back again
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| Speak out to me
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| Let me hear the sounds
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| Of your words that go up
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| And your words that come down
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| Speak out to me
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| Let me do what I can
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| And we’ll watch the city lights
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| As we’re comin' in to land
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| Clean the windows, wax up the floor
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| Do our talkin' with an open door
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| Heard what you’ve said and I like what I read
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| All your love’s gone inside of my head
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| Washington Square, Washington’s bare
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| I don’t care, catch me unaware
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| And speak out to me
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| Let me hear the sounds
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| Of your words that go up
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| And your words that go 'round
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| Oh, speak out to me
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| Let me do what I can
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| And we’ll watch the city lights
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| As we’re comin' in to land
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| Speak out to me, little darlin'
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| Speak out to me, oh, in your way
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| Every day, oh, yeah, just-a speak out
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| Well, I love it when you speak out
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| Speak out
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| Oh, speak out to me
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| Na-na, na, na-na
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| Na-na, speak out
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| Oh, na-na, na |