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One kid from |
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Brooklyn The other from |
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Queens Met on a crosstown train |
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They cut from class, and they both agreed |
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A bottle down at |
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Coney's all they need |
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A handful of kicks they stashed under their belts |
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But Queens stepped on |
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Brooklyn's time |
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Now a new gang's there with icy stares |
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The stranger said hello and that's goodbye |
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He's got more faces than the cards you drew |
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You can't say spit, but you know it's true |
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When it all comes down, and the deal is through |
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The stranger made a buyer of me and you |
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She smoked the filters, and he smoked 'em straight |
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On gin and jazz they agreed |
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A pack of nights, went spinnin' round |
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In no time they were shacking up midtown |
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A vow it would seem, to fill out that dream |
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But life ain't what you think |
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Cause where once stood two, there now stand three |
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The stranger now divides their company |
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Mr. Down On |
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His Luck Living shopping cart dreams |
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He works the end of my street |
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With gushing words and daily dimes |
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I buy myself a little peace of mind |
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The workday is long |
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And when night draws her shadow |
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I get tired and so beat |
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I passed right by the man in need |
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The stranger led me faster up the street |
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I thought |
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I was in a different place |
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The stranger just looked me dead in the face |
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I bought his wares in stead of grace bought a bill of sale instead of grace |
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He's got more faces than the cards you drew |
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You can't say spit, you know it's true |
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When it all comes down, and the deal is through |
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The stranger, he made a buyer of me and you |
