Van Morrison Street Theory Lyrics
            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 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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