Hold me now. It's hard for me to say I'm sari.
Now whip it
Into shape
Shape it up
Get straight
Go forward
Take the A train
Try to find it
Where the fuck is it
On a warm summer's eve
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us, he began to text
walked through concert doors
and roamed all over coliseum floors
I stepped on stage, at Live Aid
All the people gave and the poor got paid
[No lyrics, just instrumental traditional Bolivian music]
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