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West Street Lyrics & Chords By Tom Milsom
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One hundred and fifty thousand voices
Saying the same thing every day
One hundred and fifty thousand pairs of shoes
Wearing away
Shuffling round beneath the surface
A thousand people standing still
I can devour them with my edifice
Moving at will
So much to do when you’re a servant
So much to give when you’re a slave
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