
March In The Streets Songtext
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One, two, three four.
I listen to you everynight
with a big pair of my dad's headphones
fastened tight.
My windows kept
out the cloudy light.
And downstairs sat a couple having a fight.
A thousand kids trying to sleep.
And when they grow up,
they'll march in the street.
They'll march in the street.
They'll march in the street.
Well history is bound to repeat.
I listen to you everynight
with a big pair of my dad's headphones
fastened tight.
My windows kept
out the cloudy light.
And downstairs sat a couple having a fight.
A thousand kids trying to sleep.
And when they grow up,
they'll march in the street.
They'll march in the street.
They'll march in the street.
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