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Johnny deals a bit of blow on the side |
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Thinks that he's invincible, hates a fight |
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Jenny walks the streets alone she was fine |
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But she got kicked out of her home in hard times |
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The messed up kids are on the corner |
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With no money |
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They sell their time they sell their drugs |
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They sell their body |
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And everywhere I see a sea of empty pockets |
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Beautiful girls with eyes so dark within their sockets |
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So far away |
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It's a washed out Saturday |
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The sky all pastel shades |
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Under breeze block palisades |
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Lights are smashed |
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The streets are closed in the town |
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Places no one really goes to hang around |
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Give up on us long ago with no hope |
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All you hear's the cold wind blow and get stoned |
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The messed up kids are on the corner |
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With no money |
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They sell their time they sell their drugs |
|
They sell their body |
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And everywhere I see a sea of empty pockets |
|
Beautiful girls with eyes so dark within their sockets |
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So far away |
|
It's a washed out Saturday |
|
The sky all pastel shades |
|
Under breeze block palisades |
|
The messed up kids are on the corner |
|
With no money |
|
They sell their time they sell their drugs |
|
They sell their body |
|
And everywhere I see a sea of empty pockets |
|
Beautiful girls with eyes so dark within their sockets |
|
So far away |
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It's a washed out Saturday |
|
The sky all pastel shades |
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Under breeze block palisades |
