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The Bridge Cops are angry again cause I dropped my change on the ground
One of them stomps out of his booth, picks it up and then throws its down
As I cross Old MacDonald and under its lights
I look to that Halifax summertime Saturday night
The patios on Argyle Street come alive with familiar sounds
Of Romeos and Juliets searching for love, lost or newly found
And outside of a bar that gives free diamond rings
There’s an old busker banging on old rusty strings
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The rhythm that governs the night is beyond our control
It’s alive on the streets, the gutters, the restaurants and watering holes
And the mystery unravels itself in the reveler’s wake
Of this urban ballet
Where we hear different songs
But the dance it goes on
There’s kids from the college as drunks as some homeless and welfare dregs
A fight on the corner draws crows that cops try to arbitrate
While the streets vendors perfectly poised by the Dome
Sell their food to the Romeos going home alone
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The city surrenders itself as day closes in
To silence the busker, the pretty girls, and beggars who’ve all packed it in
And Saturday night ends again in the reveler’s wake
Of this urban ballet
Where we hear different songs
And the summer goes on
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