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When I go home at the end of the day |
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thru the swetty crowdy downtown |
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with the streets of coblestones |
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I love this town whatever they say |
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without claiming to be loved |
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by the lamp posts and the bums |
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Downtown I feel your heartbeat |
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Smile now, it's all that I need |
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When I go home at the end of the day |
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thru the swetty crowdy downtown |
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with the streets of coblestones |
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I love this town whatever they say |
|
without claiming to be loved |
|
by the lamp posts and the bums |
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Downtown I feel your heartbeat |
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Smile now, it's all that I need |
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'cos I'll be the one who loves you |
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And you are my downtown |
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Crazy truckers blow their horns |
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and see how a little flower's being born |
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among the dirty bootsoles and the garbage bins |
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Janitors, jaywalkers, potheads |
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Man, this is my home |
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and I'm going home |
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When I go home at the end of the day |
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my eyes are full of tears and sorrow |
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see you later, my downtown |
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Downtown I feel your heartbeat |
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Smile now, it's all that I need |
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'cos I'll be the one who loves you |
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And you are my downtown |
