Van Morrison
Van Morrison - Street Theory lyrics
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We gonna ring doorbells and run Come on out child, child We gonna ring doorbells and run We gonna shake up the neighbourhood Lord, we're bound to have some fun We can take a plane to Paris Lord, we can fly to Rome We can take a plane to Paris Lord, we can fly to Rome I get a lump in my throat every time I go back home I'm gonna go to church on Sunday Just like my mama did I'm gonna go to church on Sunday Just like my mama did We gonna put everything up front 'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in We gonna put everything up front 'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in I'm gonna go to church on Sunday Just like my mama did I'm gonna go to church on Sunday Just like my mama did We gonna put everything up front 'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in We gonna put everything up front 'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in Come on out child We gonna ring doorbells and run Come on out child, child We gonna ring doorbells and run We gonna shake up the neighbourhood Lord, we're bound to have some fun We gonna shake up the neighbourhood Lord, we're bound to have some fun Come on out child Come on out child, child Come on out, come on out, come on out child Come on out child Come on out child, child Come on out child, child Come on out child
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Publisher: Exile Productions Ltd.
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Released in: 1998
Language: English
Appearing on: Laughing In The Wind (1995) , The Philosopher's Stone (1998)
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- Country: Ireland
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