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Me and the other kids from the neighborhood |
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We played out on the street all summer long |
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Rule was, we had to go home at night when the street lights came on. |
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We were oblivious to the rest of the world |
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And we'd hold up the cars in the street |
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And we'd always play boys against girls, and both sides would cheat. |
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Strange men would stop their cars at the curb |
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And say, "hey, sweetheart, come here." |
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I'd go up to the window and they'd have their dick out in their hand |
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And a sick little sneer. |
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I'd say, "here we go again. |
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Yeah, ok, this time you win." |
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And I'd feel dirty, I'd feel ashamed |
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But I wouldn't let it stop my game. |
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We would play hide and go seek |
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And territory would be the whole block |
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Sometimes the older boys, when they'd find you |
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They wouldn't want to tag you, they'd just wanna "talk." |
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They'd say "what would you do for a quarter? |
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Come on, we don't have much time." |
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Then I'd think for a minute and say,"ok, give me the quarter first..fine." |
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This time you win |
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Here we go again |
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And I would feel dirty and I'd feel ashamed |
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But I wouldn't let it stop my game. |
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I remember my first trip alone on the greyhound bus |
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A man put his hands on me as soon as night fell |
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I remember when I was leaving, how excited I was |
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I remember when I arrived, I didn't feel so well. |
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I remember a teacher in school that got me so sick, so scared |
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That I went into the bathroom and threw up in my hair |
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And I could go on and on, it just gets worse |
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And I should probably stop. |
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Girl, next time he wants to know what your problem is |
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Girl, next time he wants to know where the anger comes from |
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Just tell him this time the problem's his |
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Tell him the anger just comes |
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It just comes. |