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| 1:46 | 
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Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn't it a pity Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city All around, people looking half dead Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head But at night it's a different world Go out and find a girl Come on, come on and dance all night Despite the heat it'll be alright And babe, don't you know it's a pity That the days can't be like the nights In the summer, in the city In the summer, in the city In the summer, in the city In the summer, in the city Cool town, evening in the city Dressing so fine and looking so pretty Cool cat, looking for a kitty Gonna look in every corner of the city 'Til I'm wheezing like a bus stop Running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop But at night it's a different world Go out and find a girl Come on, come on and dance all night Despite the heat it'll be alright And babe, don't you know it's a pity That the days can't be like the nights In the summer, in the city In the summer, in the city In the summer, in the city In the summer, in the city... |
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| 2. |
| 4:25 |
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There was a man in the jungle
Trying to make ends meet Found himself one day with an axe in his hand When a voice said "Buddy can you spare that tree We gotta save the world - starting with your land" It was a rock 'n' roll millionaire from the USA Doing 3 to the gallon in a big white car And he sang and he sang 'til he polluted the air And he blew a lot of smoke from a Cuban cigar And the stars are looking down Through a hole in the sky And if they can see, they cry That's obvious And the walls are coming down Between the west and the east You don't have to be a hippie to believe in peace That's obvious... obvious There was a kid in the city selling crack to get by Got caught one day with a gun in his hand When a voice said, "Okay, get 'em up in the air You're too young to live like this But you ain't too fast to die." Just another foot-soldier in a stupid little war Another sound-bite on the American scene Caught between the supplier only dreaming of money And the demand of the man with money Who needs a little help to dream So we starve all the teachers And recruit more Marines How come we don't even know what that means It's obvious And the walls are coming down Between the eagle and the dove You don't have to be a hippie to believe in love That's obvious... obvious |
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| 3. |
| 5:02 |
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I was so low
People almost made me give up trying Always said no The I turned around saw someone smiling I stepped into I stepped into Into another Into another I stepped into I stepped into Into another Into another world There was no light I was going to all the wrong places Like day from night Suddenly I saw a thousand faces I stepped into I stepped into Into another Into another I stepped into I stepped into Into another Into another world |
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| 4. |
| 6:35 | 
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| 5. |
| 4:24 |
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You ain't been blue; no, no, no.
You ain't been blue, Till you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues". Always get that mood indigo, Since my baby said goodbye. In the evenin' when lights are low, I'm so lonesome I could cry. 'Cause there's nobody who cares about me, I'm just a soul who's bluer than blue can be. When I get that mood indigo, I could lay me down and die. |
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| 6. |
| 7:26 |
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| 7. |
| 3:12 |
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Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near. Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? |
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| 8. |
| 3:23 |
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Won't you be my number two?
Me and number one are through There won't be too much to do Just smile when I feel blue And there's not much left of me What you get is what you see Is it worth the energy? I'll leave it up to you And if you got something to say to me Don't try to lay your funny ways on me I know that it's really not fair of me But my heart's seen too much action And every time I look at you You'll be who I want you to And I'll do what I can do To make a dream or two come true (If you'll be my) If you'll be my number two And if you got something to say to me Don't try to lay your funny ways on me I know that it's really not fair of me But my heart's seen too much action And every time I look at you You'll be who I want you to And I'll do what I can do To make a dream or two come true (If you'll be my) If you'll be my number two |
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| 9. |
| 3:59 |
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Of all the stupid things I could have thought
This was the worst I started to believe That I was born at seventeen And all the stupid things The letters and the broken verse Stayed hidden at the bottom of the drawer They'd always been And now I plough through piles Of bills, receipts and credit cards And tickets and the Daily News And sometimes I just . . . Wanna go back to my home town Though I know it'll never be the same Back to my home town 'Cause it's been so long And I'm wondering if it's still there We think we're pretty smart Us city slickers get around And when the going's rough We kill the pain and relocate We're never married Never faithful not to any town But we never leave the past behind We just accumulate So sometimes when the music stops I seem to hear a distant sound Of waves and seagulls Football crowds and church bells And I . . . Wanna go back to my home town Though I know it'll never be the same Back to my home town 'Cause it's been so long And I'm wondering if it's still there Back to my home town Though I know it'll never be the same Back to my home town 'Cause it's been so long And I'm wondering if it's still there |
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| 10. |
| 4:01 |
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| 11. |
| 3:46 |
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Hello one and all
Was it you I used to know Can't you hear me call On this old ham radio All I got to say I'm alive and feeling fine If you come my way You can share my poison wine No marigolds in the promised land There's a hole in the ground Where they used to grow Any man left on the Rio Grande Is the king of the world As far as I know I don't want your bread I don't need your helping hand I can't be no savage I can't be no highwayman Show me where you are You and I will spend this day Driving in my car Through the ruins of Santa Fe No marigolds in the promised land There's a hole in the ground Where they used to grow Any man left on the Rio Grande Is the king of the world As far as I know I'm reading last year's papers Although I don't know why Assassins cons and rapers Might as well die If you come around No more pain and no regrets Watch the sun go brown Smoking cobalt cigarettes There's no need to hide Taking things the easy way If I stay inside I might live til Saturday No marigolds in the promised land There's a hole in the ground Where they used to grow Any man left on the Rio Grande Is the king of the world As far as I know |
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| 12. |
| 3:31 |
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| 13. |
| 3:35 |
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