| You can say what you want
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| People runnin', talkin', it’s all going on up and down the street
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| Young girls selling their wares, no cares
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| Ah, history’s left its mark, aha
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| Old folks that were able
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| Now can table it at their own expense
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| They wouldn’t miss it, they don’t care if it’s day or night
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| Oh the city she makes
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| Sometimes your soul to feel floating just like a leaf in the wind
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| Street is stream so it carries you past your present schemes 'til there is no
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| end
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| Left right in the alley
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| No one catches you but the gentle wind
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| There ain’t no Jane, no Jill, no Sally to see you through
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| There ain’t no Jane, no Jill, no Sally to see you through
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| So you do what you want
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| And pretend again that it’s time to roam 'cause you can’t go home
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| Maybe you’ll find your way today
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| But while you’re at it you’ll have some fun
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| And through tears of laughter
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| You know it’s nothing until you find someone
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| You wouldn’t miss it
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| You don’t care if it’s day or night |