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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSix Degrees Of Separation
[verse 1]Thought that I was safe down in new orleans'til I picked up a quarter from 1979Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeansWorn in boyfriend button down levisIn the saints townI can't seem to figure outHow to get around, but I ain't moving onThrew the quarter in an old street caseAnd I'll be damnedHe started playing our song[chorus]Six degrees of separationYou're all over this damn nationBut I'm out of your [?]But you still find a way to get a hold on meAnd it's six degrees of separation[verse 2]Hailed a cab up in nycSaw an ad for a litigationLawyer on a bus stop benchSitting waiting for the red lightTo turn greenSmoke-breakers flirting on the steps of [?]Hit the roosevelt, took it to the 12thGot a funny feelingAs I put my key in the doorNever seen the likes of these city loftsI swear to god, son I've been here before[chorus]Six degrees of separationYou're all over this damn nationI'm out of your [?]You still find a way to get a hold on meAnd it's six degrees of separationWell, it's six degrees of separationYeah, it's six degrees of separation[outro]Thought that I was safe down in new orleans'til I picked up a quarter from 1979
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