There is a place
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That we all know
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It shows its face
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And goes unnoticed
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And chances are
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The crowds will go
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To see the sounds below
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I like the beat
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Of a different drum
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The kind of sound
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You can't help notice
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And chances are
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The crowds will grow
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To reel the dirt below
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We are the spark
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We are the great
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We keep our cities
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Loud and far
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We keep their ears glued
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To the streets
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We are the underground
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We're like a death
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We can't be told
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The bitter taste
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In all that goes
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And chances are
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The crowds will go
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To see the sounds below
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A lot of bands
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Will come and go
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Its universe
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All out it grows
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And chances are
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The crowds will go
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To see the sounds below
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We are the spark
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We are the great
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We keep our cities
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Loud and far
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We keep their ears glued
|
To the streets
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We are the underground
|
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We are the spark
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We are the great
|
We keep our cities
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Loud and far
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We keep their ears glued
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To the streets
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We are the underground
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This Is Our Perfect Crime
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| The Von Bondies |
