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I was walking in the park dreaming of a spark
When I heard the sprinklers whisper
Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns
Then I heard the children singing
They were running through the rainbows
They were singing a song for you
Well it seemed to be a song for you
The one I wanted to write for you, for you

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See the curtains hangin' in the window
In the evenin' on a Friday night
A little light a-shinin' through the window
Lets me know everything's alright

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

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She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon

Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday
Tuesday's on the phone to me

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Well. I'm running 

Police on my back 

I've been hiding 

Police on my back 

There was a shooting 

Police on my back 

And the victim 

Well,  he won't come back 

I've been running MondayTuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday 

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Monday, nothing

Tuesday, nothing

Wednesday and Thursday nothing

Friday, for a change

a little more nothing

Saturday once more nothing

 

reading nothing

writing nothing

even arithmetic nothing

geography, philosophy, history, nothing

social anthropology a lot of nothing

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I see you, you see me
Watch you blowing the lines when you're making a scene
'Cause girl, I wanna know
When my head overlooks, the senses will show to my heart
When you're watching for lies, you can't escape my eyes


Private eyes, watching you
They see your every move
Private eyes, watching you
Private eyes
They're watching you, watching you
Watching you, watching you

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Well, the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don't look at their faces
And you don't ask their names
You don't think of them as human
You don't think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall

I'm your private dancer
A dancer for money
I'll do what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer
A dancer for money
And any old music will do

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Come on baby, dry your eyes
Wipe your tears
Never like to see you cry
Won't you please forgive me

I wouldn't ever try to hurt you
I just needed someone to hold me
To fill the void while you were gone
To fill this space of emptiness

I'm only human
Of flesh and blood I'm made
Human
Born to make mistakes

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Boy (boy, boy)
Boy (boy, boy)

 

Now in the street, there is violence
And, and a lots of work to be done
No place to hang out our washing
And, and I can't blame all on the sun

 

we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue
And then we'll take it higher
(Oh) we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue
And then we'll take it higher

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Boys - take it right on down to the gator
Oh boys - gotta take a side elevator
Can't you hear those hip cats call
Come on boys let's have a ball

The jip-jam-jump is a jumpin' jive
Makes you dig your jive on the mellow side
The jip-jam-jump is a solid jive
Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five

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