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You went off the river |
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Smoke stacks fade to blind |
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This town's my own, ridin'free and alone |
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And I'm looking back |
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Maybe I know some people |
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Maybe I break some rules |
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But this is the street, I've got to compete |
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Baby, I ain't no fool |
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*So I take a little bad with the good |
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It ain't just black and white |
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(It still ain't black and white) |
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You've got to deal with the real |
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Woo, living on the edge of the night |
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Every wild desire |
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Beckons from the dark |
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I've made my bed but I can't risk my head |
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While I still swim with sharks |
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Everyone needs something |
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Sometimes they don't know why |
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But so much good's been misunderstood |
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In the blink of the eye |
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(Repeat *) |
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You say that you don't like it |
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Or maybe it's just my life |
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So you live yours and I'll keep mine |
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Rolling like a wheel through the city |
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Living on the edge of the night |
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And when the black rain's down |
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In this cold gray town |
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I'll be waiting |
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Waiting at the edge of the night |
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Woo, living on the edge of the night |
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Woo, living on the edge of the night |
