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Come walk the streets of crime |
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And the colored bright lit corners and low of repute |
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See the dazzling night life glow beyond the dawn and burning in |
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The heart of Soho |
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Hear the market cries and see the wares displayed |
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Through the window of your soul |
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Come watch the naked dance |
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That spins before your very eyes naked like the sun |
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Step inside where men before have drunk their fill to senseless |
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Their dreams fade and die |
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And free and easy does the blood red wine come flowing |
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From the glass to your veins |
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Oh the midday dream is silent |
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In the gardens where you're resting from the troubles of your mind |
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And though the sun is shining brightly, all within the garden |
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Is either sleeping or is dead |
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And through the afternoon the buzzing bees do harmonize |
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With the rushing city life |
