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When I go home at the end of the day
thru the swetty crowdy downtown
with the streets of coblestones
I love this town whatever they say
without claiming to be loved
by the lamp posts and the bums
Downtown I feel your heartbeat
Smile now, it's all that I need
When I go home at the end of the day
thru the swetty crowdy downtown
with the streets of coblestones
I love this town whatever they say
without claiming to be loved
by the lamp posts and the bums
Downtown I feel your heartbeat
Smile now, it's all that I need
'cos I'll be the one who loves you
And you are my downtown
Crazy truckers blow their horns
and see how a little flower's being born
among the dirty bootsoles and the garbage bins
Janitors, jaywalkers, potheads
Man, this is my home
and I'm going home
When I go home at the end of the day
my eyes are full of tears and sorrow
see you later, my downtown
Downtown I feel your heartbeat
Smile now, it's all that I need
'cos I'll be the one who loves you
And you are my downtown
