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I play the street life, |
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because there's no place i can go. |
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Street life, |
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it's the only life I know. |
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Street life, |
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there's a thousand parts to play. |
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Street life, |
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until you play your life away. |
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You let the people see, |
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just who you wanna be, |
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and every night you shine, |
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just like a superstar. |
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A tabloid life is played, (??) |
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a ten cent masquerade, |
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Your dress you walk you talk, |
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you're who you think you are. |
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Street life, |
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you can run away from time. |
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Street life, |
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for a nickel or a dime. |
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Street life, |
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but you better not get old. |
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Street life, |
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or you're gonna feel the cold. |
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Theres always love for sale, |
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a grown up fairy tale. |
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Price charming always smiles, |
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behind a silver spoon. |
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And if you're keepin' your hum, |
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your song is always sung, |
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you never pay your way, |
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beneath a silver moon. |
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Street life |
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Street life |
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Street life |
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Oh street life |
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mm-hmm... |
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yea-ah... |
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oooh! |
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I play the street life, |
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because there's no place i can go. |
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Street life, |
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it's the only life I know. |
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Street life, |
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and there's a thousand parts to play. |
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Street life, |
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until you play your life away - oh! |
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Street life |
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Street life |
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Street life |
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Oh street life |
