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Goes on in Spanish Harlem |
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Goes on in Poughkeepsie |
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People slip away |
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Hit me in the arm |
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Just please do it swiftly |
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We ain't got all day, yeah |
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One more coat of arms |
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Every business weekly |
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What's Amanda say? |
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It's not that I'm so strong |
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I never knew what hit me |
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Since you came to stay, yeah |
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Speard and flayed |
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Burnt and bleeding, I'll catch up some day |
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'Til tomorrow's bruises go away |
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And the grass is turning into hay |
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I'll be glad to be your extra blade |
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Goes on in Spanish Harlem |
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Goes on in Poughkeepsie |
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Lost my grip today |
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Here to stay |
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Least until it's time to go away |
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Walking masterpiece of remembered pain |
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This teeming life has got you in it's way |
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And I'm proud to be your lump of clay |