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I see a million walk the city mileThe ticker-tape kings and the juvenilesWill anybody tell me which way to goWill anybody come back on the C.B. radioI'm counting the stars and the telegraph polesAnd each one represents the hopes of a soulYou'd think that God wouldn't be so hardWhen you see all the little children running, Running in the backyardOn a Mississippi gourd with a Sub-Sahran songSomebody is wailing in the financial district sunCan anybody feel the distance to the NileI wanna live and I wanna dance awhileGonna make like Eddie on my rockabilly trainGonna beat out the blues on my ball and chainOh, you can't pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gunThere's people living nowWho ain't got no heart and ain't never had noneDown on the border they crawl all the wayTo get a clip of living with a clean-all sprayCan anybody feel the distance to the NileI wanna live and I wanna dance awhileLetras de cancionesYou can't pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gunThere's people living nowWho ain't got no heart and ain't never had noneI hear a payphone ringing out on murder mileThe sucker who picks up gets his number dialedAnd all the sparkling waters that ever flowedCould never wash down this town so clean that it glowedAnd I need to see in an x-ray styleI need some rock art that don't come in a vialCan anybody feel the distance to the NileI wanna live and I wanna dance awhile From Letras Mania