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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 talkin' |
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Brother, when there ain't no, ain't nobody lis'nin' |
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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 |
