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The Rangers had a homecoming In Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine Over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
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Jungleland
Bruce Springsteen
Complexity: | 70 | Readability: | 60.40 | Sentiment: | 6 | Word Count: | 380 | Unique Words: | 232 |