Lost in Boston
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Drinkin' rum and chocolate
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A hundred thousand blinking lights
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Are making me exhausted
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It was Fleet Week last week
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And all the sailors couldn't sleep
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Mini skirts and high heeled shoes
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Raining mud on shiny suits
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Tell everyone the officers are gone
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This night has lived too long
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It's pissing rain, the leaves are
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All scattered on the lawn
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We're cramming our stuff in
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The back of the car
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And heading on uptown
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And nothing's going on
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This night has lived too long
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Nothing's going on
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There's nothing more to it
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Now, you can hear us shout
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For miles around
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Somewhere uptown
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I hear you calling from our street
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The traffic lights turn red to green
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I'll be right down
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Yeah, I'm coming out
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Lost in Boston
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Drinking rum and chocolate
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A hundred thousand blinking lights
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Are making me exhausted
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Lost In Boston
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| The Walkmen |
