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In the bars, with the men who play guitars
Singin', drinkin', and rememberin' the times
My little lover does a midnight shift
She followed around all the time


I guess there's just one thing a-left for me to do
Gonna pack my bags and move on my way
'Cause I got a worried mind sharin' what I thought was mine
Gonna leave her where the guitars play

 

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I was dreamin' when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray
But when I woke up this mornin', could've sworn it was judgment day

The sky was all purple, there were people runnin' everywhere
Tryin' to run from the destruction, you know I didn't even care
 
Say say two thousand zero zero party over, oops, out of time
So tonight I'm gonna party like it's nineteen ninety-nine
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It's a beautiful mornin'
I think I'll go outside a while,
An just smile.
Just take in some clean fresh air, boy
Ain't no sense in stayin' inside
If the weather's fine and you got the time.
It's your chance to wake up and plan another brand new day.
Either way,
It's a beautiful mornin'
Each bird keeps singin' his own song.
So long
I've got to be on my way, now.
Ain't no fun just hangin' around,
I've got to cover ground, you couldn't keep me down.
It just ain't no good if the sun shines
When you're still inside,
Shouldn't hide, still inside, shouldn't hide,

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You hardly even notice
When I try to show you this
Song is meant to keep you
From doin' what your supposed to
Wakin' up too early
Maybe we could sleep in
Make you banana pancakes
Pretend like it's the weekend now
We could pretend it all the time
Can't you see that it's just rainin'
There ain't no need to go outside

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All the things I planned to do I only did half way,

Tomorrow will be Sunday born of rainy Saturday.

There's some satisfaction in the San Francisco rain,

No matter what comes down the Mission always stays the same, come again.

 

Walking along the in the Mission, in the rain.

Edited by Bill from NYC
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I am standing up at the water's edge in my dream
I cannot make a single sound as you scream
It can't be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch
We touch, this place is so quiet, sensing that storm
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me

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But there ain't no doubt girl, down here
We ain't gonna take what they're handing out
When I'm out in the street
I walk the way I want to walk
When I'm out in the street
I talk the way I want to talk
Baby, out in the street I don't feel sad or blue
Baby, out in the street I'll be waiting for you

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At night I walk this stinkin' street past the crazies on my block
And I see the same old faces and I hear that same old talk
And I'm searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine
I'm talkin' some new kicks, ones like you ain't never seen
This is home, this is Mean Street
(This is) Yes-ah home, the only one I know
 
An' we don't worry 'bout tomorrow 'cause we're sick of these four walls
Now what you think is nothin' might be somethin' after all
Now you know this ain't no through street, the end is dead ahead
The poor folks play for keeps down here, they're the living dead
 
Come on down, (Huh! Ow!) down (This is) to Mean Street
They're dancin' now, look! Out on Mean Street
Dance baby!
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Have you seen her?
So fine and pretty
Fooled me with her style and ease
And I feel her from across the room
Yes, it's love in the third degree
 
Oh, baby baby
Won't-cha turn your head my way?
Oh, baby baby
Ah come on take a chance
You're old enough to
 
Dance the night away
Whoa-oh come on girl, dance the night away
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Well, I ain't about to go to school
And I'm sick and tired of Golden Rules
They say I'm crazy from the wrong side of the tracks
I never see them but they're always so far back
 
Oh yeah, baby, how to say?
Well, lemme tell ya about this one time
How ya gonna tell me now?
Lemme put it to music, yeah, I say
 
Well, I'm sick and tired of cleaning room
And it's the final bell for pushing broom
Damned if I do and then I'm damned if I don't
Won't someone tell me what it is they all want?
 
It makes me blue
Fools, I live with fools
Blue, it makes me blue
Fools, I live with fools
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If you want to drive a big limousine
I'll buy the longest one you've ever seen
I'll buy you tall, tall trees
And all the waters and the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
 
If you want to own a great big mansion
Well I'll give it my utmost attention
I'll buy you tall, tall trees
And all the waters and the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
 
Well I'm a fool, a fool for you
It may take a while, but I'll prove it's true
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Ooh now my body is starting to quiver
And the palms of my hands getting wet, oh
I got no reason to doubt you baby
It's all a terrible mess


And I'll run in the rain till I'm breathless
When I'm breathless I'll run 'til I drop, hey!
And the thoughts of a fool's kind of careless
I'm just a fool waiting on the wrong block, oh yeah

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