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can't hide. I've got one thing on my mind, yeah. I'll even sacrifice my pride. 'Cause I can't stop the way I feel. So I keep walking on 'cause I want you Walking down, down your street. Walking down
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can't hide. I've got one thing on my mind, yeah. I'll even sacrifice my pride. 'Cause I can't stop the way I feel. So I keep walking on 'cause I want you Walking down, down your street. Walking down
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Julius and from Sweden I did come. To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum. And when I march along the street, the ladies think I'm grand. They shout, "There's Uncle Julius playin' with
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heart pump the rhythm of the militant street life. Soldier of composure up under the street light. The coat style, prototype, professional. Media light shine bright Now kill all the bullshit, cheap
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Basin Street, Basin Street. That's the place where my friends all meet. Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams. And you don't know how nice it seems. . It's dear to me, yes-sirree. And
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throwed) so throwed (so throwed) Ooh, the hood ain't ready. It's the mentality of hate Coming from the street life we know, exciting. Know we like to go to school for education. But the street life we
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throwed) so throwed (so throwed) Ooh, the hood ain't ready. It's the mentality of hate Coming from the street life we know, exciting. Know we like to go to school for education. But the street life we
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throwed) so throwed (so throwed) Ooh, the hood ain't ready. It's the mentality of hate Coming from the street life we know, exciting. Know we like to go to school for education. But the street life we
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once a week. So for crumb of some bread he will do your head. And get low down in the street There's Jimmy and Jojo, there's Kim and Keith. Way outside the eyes of cool. And sweet M. B. and there's
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Now won't you come along with me. To the Mississippi?. We'll take a trip to the land of dreams. Blowing down the river, down to New Orleans The band is there to meet us. Old friends to greet us
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Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night. With bruised arms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite. He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over
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we were walking on the wild side. Running down a one way street In the night, I see only the fire in your eyes. The morning light brings the shadows of your lies. And so the change has come today