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I would love to be the lucky one on |
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Chill Avenue |
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Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue |
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But then you see the losers as they turn in for the night |
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I'm looking back for home and |
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I can see the lights |
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I should be jumpin' shoutin' that |
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I made it all this way |
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From Camden |
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Town Station to 44th and 8th |
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Not many make it this far and many say we're great |
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But just like them we walk on, we can't escape our fate |
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Can't you hear the sighing? |
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East side |
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Jimmy and |
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South side |
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SueBoth say they needed something new |
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So I'm standing at the |
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Gates of the |
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WestI burn money at the lights of the sign |
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The city casts a shadow of the perfect crime |
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I'm standing at the |
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Gates of the |
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EastI take my pulse and the pulse of my friend |
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The city casts a shadow, will |
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I see you again? |
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The immigrants an' remnants of all the glory years |
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Are clustered around the bar again for another round of beers |
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Little Richard's in the kitchen playing spoons and plates |
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He's telling the waitress he's great |
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Ah, say I know somewhere back and forth in time |
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Out on the dust bowls, deep in the roulette mine |
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Or in the ghetto cellar only yesterday |
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There's a move into the future for |
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USAI hear them crying |
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East side |
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Jimmy and |
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South side |
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SueBoth said they needed something new |
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So I'm standing at the |
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Gates of the |
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WestI burn money at the light of the sign |
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The city casts a shadow of the perfect crime |
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I'm standing at the |
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Gates of the |
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EastI take my pulse and the pulse of my friend |
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The city casts a shadow, will |
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I see you again? |
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Standing at the gates of the |
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WestIn the shadow again |
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I'm standing at the gates of the |
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WestIn the shadow again |
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I'm standing at the gates of the |
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WestIn the shadow again |
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In the shadow again |
