| I see a million walk the city mile
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| The ticker tape kings and the juveniles
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| Will anybody tell me which way to go?
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| Will anybody come back on the C.B. radio?
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| I’m counting the stars and the telegraph poles
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| And each one represents the hopes of a soul
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| You’d think that God wouldn’t be so hard
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| When you see all the little children running, running in the backyard
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| On a Mississippi gourd with a Sub-Saharan song
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| Somebody is wailing in the financial district sun
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| Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile?
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| I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile
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| Gonna make like Eddie on my rockabilly train
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| Gonna beat out the blues on my ball and chain
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| Oh, you can’t pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gun
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| There’s people living now, who ain’t got no heart
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| And ain’t never had none
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| Down on the border they crawl all the way
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| To get a clip of living with a clean-all spray
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| Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile?
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| I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile
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| You can’t pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gun
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| There’s people living now, who ain’t got no heart
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| And ain’t never had none
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| I hear a pay phone ringing out on murder mile
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| The sucker who picks up gets his number dialed
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| And all the sparkling waters that ever flowed
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| Could never wash down this town so clean that it glowed
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| And I need to see in an X-Ray style
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| I need some rock art that don’t come in a vial
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| Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile?
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| I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile |