| Newspapers fly off a truck
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| Day is dawning
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| The milkman’s yawning
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| The old man he wishes me luck
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| It’s your choice with your Village Voice
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| And Tomorrow Never Knows
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| Just keep on moving
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| Keep on grooving
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| I was born 1973
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| Pinball kids in tight blue jeans
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| I was born in 1984
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| Dad and mom on the Jersey shore
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| Sister Christian, where are you now?
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| When all my dreams come 'round
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| We used to hang out in the park
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| With brown bag beer in those boombox years
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| Fooling around in the dark
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| Back from college with carnal knowledge
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| And the only thing I know
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| Is to keep on moving
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| Keep on grooving
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| I was born in 1968
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| Summer child of peace love and hate
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| I was born in 1932
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| Purple hearts on the chosen few
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| Sister Christian, Where are you now?
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| When all my dreams come 'round
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| Saint Cecilia, follow me down
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| Somewhere in this town
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| Kevin I miss you the most
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| Your dedication to your nation
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| Sometimes I feel like a ghost
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| While the unforgiven go on livin'
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| And the only thing I know
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| Is to keep on moving
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| Keep on grooving
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| Sister Christian, Where are you now?
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| When all my dreams come 'round
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| New York city, follow me down
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| I’m hanging 'round
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| The same old town
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| I read about you and wonder how you are |