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W A S H I |
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N G T O N, baby, |
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D.C.W A S |
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H I N G T |
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O N, baby, |
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D.C.Washington, |
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D.C., it's paradise to me |
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It's not because it is the grand old seat |
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Of precious freedom and democracy, no, no, no |
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It's not the greenery turning gold in fall |
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The scenery circling the mall |
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It's just that's where my baby lives, that's all |
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Washington, |
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D.C., it's the greatest place to be |
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It's not the cherries everywhere in bloom |
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It's not the way they put folks on the moon, no, no, no |
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It's not the spectacles and pagaentry |
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The thousand things you've got to see |
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It's just that's where my baby waits for me |
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W A S H I |
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N G T O N, baby, |
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D.C.W A S |
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H I N G T |
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O N, baby, |
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D.C.Washington, |
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D.C., it fits me to a |
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TIt's not the people doing something real |
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It's not the way the springtime makes you feel, no, no, no |
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It ain't no famous name on a golden plaque |
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That makes me ride that railroad track |
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It's my baby's kiss that keeps me coming back |
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It's my baby's kiss that keeps me coming back |
