| I was crawling around in my head in the haze of a trance
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| Rico said, «I'ma turn you onto a sound, cool out your head
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| This is the sound from Camden town.»
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| And then I heard it like a shot from my skull to my brain
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| I felt my fingertips tingle and it started to rain
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| When the walls of my bedroom were tremblin' around me
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| This ramshackle voice over attack of a blues beat
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| Tellin' me «He's only looking for fun»
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| And this was the sound of the very last gang in town
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| As heard by my wild young heart like directions on a cold dark night
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| Sayin' «Let it out, let it out, let it out
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| You’re doin' all right.»
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| And I heard it in his chain gang soul
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| How it wasn’t just the same sad song
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| Sayin' «Let it out, let it out, let it out
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| You’re doin' all right.»
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| And I carried these songs like a comfort wherever I’d go
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| And they was there when my summers was high
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| And there when she left me alone.
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| Saying, «the soul is hard to find»
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| And I never got to tell him so I just wrote it down
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| I wrapped a couple chords around it and I let it come out
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| When the walls of my bedroom trembled around me
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| This ramshackle voice over attack of a blues beat
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| And a girl, on the excitement gang
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| And this was the sound of the very last gang in town
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| As heard by my wild young heart like directions on a cold dark night
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| Sayin', «Let it out, let it out, let it out
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| You’re doin' all right.»
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| And I heard it in his chain gang soul
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| How it wasn’t just the same sad song
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| Sayin', «Let it out, let it out, let it out
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| You’re doin' all right.»
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| That was the sound
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| I hear the sound
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| Do you hear the sound?
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| I hear the sound
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| Of the very last gang in town |