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All I wanna do is get high by the beach
Get high by the beach, get high
All I wanna do is get by by the beach
Get by, baby, baby, bye bye
The truth is I never bought into your bullshit
When you would pay tribute to me 'cause I know that
All I wanted to do was get high by the beach
Get high, baby, baby, bye bye
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Love, I said real love is like feelin' no fear
When you're standin' in the face of danger
'Cause you just want it so much
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Renaissance
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Free Dom
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In New York 
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do 
Now you're in New York 
These streets will make you feel brand-new 
Big lights will inspire you 
Let's hear it for New York 
New York, New York
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London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come outta' the cupboard, ya' boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
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