It's midnight down in sector two
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Little girl walkin' dressed in innocence and cool
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Only fourteen and dressed up for the score
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Hold that breath now boy, he(?)
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She dances, baby, to the beat
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Of breaking glass and running feet
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Down in White Town
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Down in White Town
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Down in White Town
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Oh, she comes home from work and grabs something to eat
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Turn the corner and walks down her street
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In a row of houses, chic, shiny and dirty and grey
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Disappears like the scenery in another man's play
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And as she dances, oh, to the beat
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Oh the trooper stickin' dresses for the number on the sheet
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Down in White Town
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Down in White Town
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Down in White Town
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Down in White Town
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Yeah, Mr. Outside, you're walkin' so free
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If you turn your eyes so you don't see
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You act like you're the hand turns the key
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And you become the hand that turns the key
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And no matter how I try I cannot understand
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The way that they will turn a man
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Into a stranger in his own land
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Down in White Town
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(repeat to fade)
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White Town
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| Bruce Springsteen |
