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(m. jagger/k. richards)
Ev'rywhere i hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'cause in sleepy london town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No
Hey! think the time is right for a palace revolution
'cauce where i live the game to play is compromise solution
Well, then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'cause in sleepy london town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No
Hey! said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, i'll kill the king, i'll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'cause in sleepy london town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No
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