| No sweet melodies or lullabies fill the air
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| Everyday he’s on the same old grind
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| Living for the job, years are passing by
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| And he goes running all around town
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| Until the sun goes down
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| Missing all of the sounds
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| Of life, and that’s just not right
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| So I said let me take you down
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| I’ll take you down to the Jazz Festival, the Jazz Festival
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| Let me take you down
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| I’ll take you down to the Jazz Festival, the Jazz Festival
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| He’s unsure of how to sing or dance
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| But I think it’s a crime to not give it a chance
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| I told him baby it’s not that complicated
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| Don’t worry about what they’ll say, forget about it
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| I hear a rhythm playing beautiful sounds of art
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| It’s the sound of the beat that you’re making down in your heart
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| And he paused for a moment, to hear if I was right
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| Listening for the music of life
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| And he said, won’t you take me down, take me down
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| To the Jazz Festival, the Jazz Festival?
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| Won’t you take me down, take me down
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| To the Jazz Festival, the Jazz Festival? |