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Riding through Harlem |
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In my bulletproof car |
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Inside a glass shell you say |
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Keeps us from harm |
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My music's playing loudly |
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And people gather ?round |
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They wonder what we're doing |
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In their part of town |
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I try to reach out, reach out |
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And touch my brother's hand |
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Walls are too thick, Lord |
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It just makes him mad |
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Everybody's yelling |
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There must be something wrong |
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If we just listen closer |
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We might just get along |
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Wake me from my sleep now |
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Take me from my dream |
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Don't leave me here in Harlem |
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You made the streets so mean |
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This ain't no revolution |
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This ain't no civil war |
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Riding through Harlem |
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In my bulletproof car |
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An? how the signal's changing |
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They change from green to red |
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I see a confrontation |
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It's lying dead ahead |
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It all seems so familiar |
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Part of an endless scene |
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You find it so peculiar |
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When you're the one in need |
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Now you're talking, saying |
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Now it's me verses him |
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Well, I don't pick the sides |
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And I don't wanna win |
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So don't call my number |
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And ask to fall in line |
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When you don't have solutions |
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You've run out of time |
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Wake me from my sleep now |
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Take me from my dream |
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I?ll take you down to Harlem |
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You?ll see just what I mean |
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This ain't no revolution |
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This ain't no civil war |
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Riding through Harlem |
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In my bulletproof car |
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Wake me from my sleep now |
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Take me from my dream |
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Don't leave me here in Harlem |
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You made the streets so mean |
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This ain't no revolution |
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This ain't no civil war |
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Riding through Harlem |
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Riding through in |
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Riding through in a bulletproof car |
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Wake me from my sleep now |
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Take me from my dream |
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I?ll take you down to Harlem |
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You?ll see just what I mean |
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This ain't no revolution |
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This ain't no civil war |
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Riding through Harlem |
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In my bulletproof car |