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Sweat my youth away |
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With the rules we have to play |
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Speeding through your magazine |
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Pistol, pavement, no TV |
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Talk and talk, no time |
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Night time burnt inside |
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Here comes the daylight |
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Here comes my job |
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Uptown in the penthouse |
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Or downtown with the mob |
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Here comes the night time |
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Here comes my role |
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Goodbye to the pavement |
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Hello to my soul |
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Now, here comes my job |
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Credit, bleeding with the mob |
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Dreams become ideals |
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No one knows the way I feel |
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Love to love, daytime, right time |
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All my life |
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Here comes the daylight |
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Here comes my job |
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Uptown in the penthouse |
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Or downtown with the mob |
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Here comes the night time |
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Here comes my role |
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Goodbye to the pavement |
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Hello to my soul |
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Feel safe in the crowd |
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An no one admits they're crying aloud |
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My career fits like a glove |
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Knowing no orders can come from above |
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Work and work, full time, part time |
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Anytime at all |
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As you face the wall |
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God make it this time or never at all |
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Before your chance has gone |
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Captain this lead role and you'll be the one |
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Shine and shine, this time, my time |
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Make me free at last |
