| I want to take you down underside of the city
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| Where the sun doesn’t shine and the moon isn’t pretty
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| And the slow train crawls in the nights and the days
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| Are as one as the smoke and the heat haze
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| Yes, it’s neon here twenty four hours of the day
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| And you’re sure looking pretty when it’s hitting on your face
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| Looker on the corner take a dollar for a daughter
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| Well, she’s only doing what her mother taught her
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| I want to take you down
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| I want to take you right down
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| I want to see a touch of evil in your eye
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| But all that I’m getting babe is sweetness and light
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| I want to see something that I might desire
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| I want to take you down, babe, into the mire
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| Deals going down no cheques, no plastic
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| One thing’s for sure, never get what you’re asking
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| They’re cutting with Johnsons, they’re cutting with knives
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| They’re robbing your boots when they’re giving you a shoe shine
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| I want to take you down
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| I want to take you right downtown
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| Slow train down, babe, track 29
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| There’s no looking back when there’s no sense of time
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| Beause it’s neon here twenty-four hours of the day
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| And you’re sure looking pretty when it’s hitting on your face
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| With a touch of evil in your eye
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| With a touch of evil in your eye
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| I want to take you down underside of the city
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| I want to take you down to the underside
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| I want to take you down
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| I want to take you right downtown |