I can't get enough
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Of livin' in the city
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I get off the bus
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At Dexter and Denny
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The sun's comin' up
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Over the lake to my east
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And I feel the love
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In the rhythm of the music of the street, yeah
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And no one is gonna take that away from me
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So I pick up a Real Change paper
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As I walk on down the street
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Yeah, because
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Vagabonds and troubadours
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I built this city on punk rock cores
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And I for one cannot ignore the facts, yeah
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So we will make music
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'Til no one refuses
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We will take our airwaves back
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Yeah, come on
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In the jet city of love
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Northwest in the evergreen state
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People can't get enough
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Of living in the darkness and the rain
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But when the sun comes out
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The streets are filled with songs
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And people playing it loud
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So the whole world can sing along, yeah
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And the cops go screaming by on the 99
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There's a man with a smile and his guitar on
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And he's holdin' a sign
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And it says
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Vagabonds and troubadours
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I built this city on punk rock cores
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And I for one cannot ignore the facts, yeah
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So we will make music
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'Til no one refuses
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We will take our airwaves back
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Yeah, come on
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Vagabonds
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| The Classic Crime |
