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Well, indeed you lost your friend |
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On the south side of where you live |
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Heard the call and had to leave |
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Boarded up windows and burned out brick |
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Oh please don't you get |
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A little know fact about the place you set |
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It's always an empty plate |
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It's just there so we don't |
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Forget your loss and your history |
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Well, indeed you found your friend |
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On the south side of where you live all curled around his knees |
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Was it worse then you fret oh the punishment she get |
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Hollow points in the concrete |
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Have you wailed for the likes of the walls and hunger strikes |
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Are you more than what you hate |
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Well, your fear will not fade the lines that paint your face |
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It's a black cab motorcade, black cab motorcade |
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Well, this one must be lost at this ungodly time of day |
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A broken curfew has a cost, and a tidy sum you'll pay |
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Teacher won't you teach your lesson though the young are hard to break |
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Mr. Smith and |
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Mr. Wesson and the cost of school these days |
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Well, indeed you found your friend |
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On the south side of where you live |
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He was up and walking again |
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And have you heard what's happened since |
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Oh, please don't you get |
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Is there any honor outside of revenge |
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Don't let her set another empty place |
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If we swear that we won't |
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Forget your loss and your history |
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Forget your cross and your history |
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Have you wailed for the likes of the walls and hunger strikes |
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Are you more than what you hate |
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Well, your fear will not fade the lines that paint your face |
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It's a black cab motorcade, black cab motorcade |
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Black cab motorcade |
