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Walk down the streetWe'll find a little place where we can both go to foodWhere we don't have to speak cause there are pictures on the menuA little further downWe'll find a set of arches out by the universityAnd everyone will wanna talk about the economyAmerican prime-time TVRight behind our schoolThere's women on the sidewalk selling pantyhose and shoesPeople shooting pool with little handmade wooden cuesIf we've got the timeI know a little place up town that sells moonshine as cheap as hellAnd we could go get drunk in the stairway of our hotelCause down in the street they can hear us yellJust you and me and the ghost we do it by ourselvesCause out on the wireThere's kids making a living stealing money from the crowdAnd all along the sidewalks and surfaces downtownWe'll hope everydayThere's a hundred million people living on the same old plot of landWell I could take a look around but I could never understandCause down in the street they can hear us swellSo make your way through traffic to find our hotel homeTell all your friends that you need some time alone From Letras Mania