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chase and sanborn metbumming cigarettes from the bumsthat they metin the downtown streets of the city,in the downtown streets of the city.girls and coffee tasting,watching movies and wasting time,we could recite every line from 'plain clothes' and 'out of sight'a young arlis howard could make you feel alright.but those maxwell house dreams won'thold you up when the caffeine foldsin the blood of your heart, and you know its true.trying hard to ensurethe dregs of your cup aren't too plebian,cause those mechanical eyes tell unreliable lieswhen they're judging the human heart.oh! sister's mary's room,oh! the physical duplicates,oh! my reds and greens,and what it's like to be a bat.but those maxwell house dreams won'tLetras de cancioneshold you up when your friendships foldand you're left alone.sanborn says the taste has changed,but chase still says it tastes the same,just his tastes in friends has changedand he could never feel the same.but we'll always have those better times,we'll always have those better timeswith young arlis howard,in the downtown streets of the city,in the downtown streets of the city. From Letras Mania