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Listen to the sound of the city
There′s a million people out there
Most of the time they get along pretty good
Must be something in the air

Something about this town baby girl
Honest as the day is long
Feed it the salt from the sweat from your brow
And she'll never ever do you wrong

Oh Dolores, the city′s calling out your name,
Oh Dolores, they're calling you the queen of pain

But I got a feeling about you
The local's might take you in
Hold you up like one of their own
Treat you like long lost kin

Sometimes I can smell the country
From the windows of the basement suite
I′m not gonna ask if it is what I think it is
But they′re moving to a Dancehall Reggae beat

Oh Dolores, the city's calling out your name
Oh Dolores, they′re calling you the queen of pain

Oh Dolores, the entire west end's got your name on it
Tear a strip off the watering holes
Do it just for the shame of it
Do it just for the shame of it

So lose your pretty self to the fire
As it′s licking at your slender white heels
There's no sense running ′cause it's never gonna catch you
As long as you're keeping it real

But if it gives you inspiration
Then who am iIto call you out
Smoke a little weed, play your guitar
Try to remember what the song is about

Oh Dolores, the city′s calling out your name
Oh Dolores, they′re calling you the queen of pain
Oh Dolores, the entire west end's got your name on it
Tear a strip off the watering holes
Do it just for the shame of it
Do it just for the shame of it

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