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Lonely Town, Lonely Street |
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You can live your life in a crowded city, |
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You can walk along a crowded street. |
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But the city really ain't no bigger than the friendly |
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People, friendly people that you meet. |
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You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty, pretty, |
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And at the dances you can't keep your seat. |
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But, if dances don't lead to romances, |
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You might as well be born, be born with two left feet. |
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You might be a sweet-toned sure nuff high-class talker, |
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You might be a stone, stone expert at kissing. |
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But it don't do too much good to be talking, |
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Brother, when there ain't no, ain't nobody listening. |
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And if you are shy, just not much of a talker, |
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Don't impress the people that you meet. |
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You might as well be a lonely walker in a lonely town, on a lonely street. |
