| Downtown
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| My darling dimestore thief
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| In the War of Independence
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| Rock 'n Roll rang sweet as victory
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| Under neon signs
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| A girl was in bloom
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| And a woman was fading
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| In a suburban room
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| I said, «Take me to the dance»
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| «Do you want to dance?»
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| «I love to dance»
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| And I told him, «They don’t take chances
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| They seem so removed from romance»
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| «They've been broken in churches and schools
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| And molded to middle class circumstance»
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| And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
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| Downtown
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| The dance halls and cafes
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| Feel so wild you could break somebody’s heart
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| Just doing the latest dance craze
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| Gail and Louise
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| In those push-up brassieres
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| Tight dresses and rhinestone rings
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| Drinking up the band’s beers
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| Young love was kissing under bridges
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| Kissing in cars, kissing in cafes
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| And we were walking down Main Street
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| Kisses like bright flags hung on holidays
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| «In France they kiss on Main Street»
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| «Amour, mama, not cheap display»
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| And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
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| Downtown
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| In the pinball arcade
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| With his head full of pool hall pitches
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| And songs from the hit parade
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| He’d be singing «Bye, Bye, Love»
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| While he’s racking up his free play
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| Let those rock 'n roll choir boys
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| Come and carry us away
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| Sometimes Chickie had the car
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| Or Ron had a car
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| Or Lead Foot Melvin with his hot-wire head
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| We’d all go looking for a party
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| Looking to raise Jesus up from the dead
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| And I’d be kissing in the back seat
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| Thrilling to the Brando-like things that he said
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| And we’d be rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling |