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Back on the streets tonight |
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Startin' up the fight |
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Hassing through his deadly maze |
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In his hand the acid dreams |
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But it's not what it seems |
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We know it's a big disgrace |
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Lost souls in a dead-end-game |
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It's always been the same |
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He is the one to blame |
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And I hope his time will come |
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That he'll be on the run |
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His force will fade away |
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He's a sidewalk sinner |
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He never really felt the pain |
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He's the sidewalk sinner |
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He never really wants to care |
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For a brain he drives insane |
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He's a reckless fool |
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Judged by his own rules |
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Clean slate guy |
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Dealing lies by the gram |
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Lives his life like a jam |
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A fortune buy |
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Lost souls in a dead-end-game |
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It's always been the same |
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His force will fade away, fade away |
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Now listen, there's no doubt about |
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You're hunted by the deadlock crowd |
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There is no way for you to go |
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Without to move from devil's snow |
