I see a million walk the city mile
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The tickertape kings and the juveniles
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Will anybody tell me which way to go
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Will anybody come back on the C.B. radio
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I'm counting the stars and the telegraph poles
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And each one represents the hopes of a soul
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You'd think that God wouldn't be so hard
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When you see all the little children running, running in the backyard
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On a Mississippi gourd with a Sub-Sahran song
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Somebody is wailing in the financial district sun
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Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile
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I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile
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Gonna make like Eddie on my rockabilly train
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Gonna beat out the blues on my ball and chain
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Oh, you can't pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gun
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There's people living now
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who aint got no heart and ain't never had none
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Down on the border they crawl all the way
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To get a clip of living with a clean-all spray
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Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile
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I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile
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You can't pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gun
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There's people living now
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who aint got no heart and ain't never had none
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I hear a payphone ringing out on murder mile
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The sucker who picks up gets his number dialled
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And all the sparkling waters that ever flowed
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Could never wash down this town so clean that it glowed
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And I need to see in an x-ray style
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I need some rock art that don't come in a vial
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Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile
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I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile
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X-Ray Style
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| Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros |
