| Smack in the middle, but so much on the outside
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| And everybody has a story to tell (all lifelong)
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| In languages I can’t dream of understanding
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| Americana cats, with leather jackets in the sun
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| Making out with the burqa-clad madonnas
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| The sweet perfume that strides by on gracious feet
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| And the fashion stalls so fiercely out of date
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| And we’re representing everybody
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| We just can’t start no war
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| Keeps me curious
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| A wild seed in this well-groomed bed (growing faster)
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| A firm oasis in the dry city renewal
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| Americana cats…
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| We are a part of everybody
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| People pouring out of holes in walls
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| And they go right in front of your bicycle
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| Dart the masses, skip a heartbeat
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| Scoot to miss a toddler without a leash
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| Just as you think you’re all thru the peril
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| There’s a running little baby sheik
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| Americana cats, with leather jackets in the sun
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| Making out with the burqa-clad madonnas
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| The sweet perfume striding by on gracious feet
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| And the fashion stalls so fiercely out of date
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| In this brick road that kisses your bare feet
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| Underneath all these cultural revolutions
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| The warmth I meet as I talk to people
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| Parallelled by no other place around
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| Pandemonium breaks loose as I watch
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| Who’s dancing? |
| I can’t see past the crowd
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| Got no choice but to partake in the dancing in the street
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| Embracing people I’ll never see again |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In The Street Where The World Passes Me By , by - Jarle Bernhoft. Song from the album Ceramic City Chronicles, in the genre Поп