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Cold face, cold legs |
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Walk three blocks and pay two bucks |
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One bold sign |
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Interference on the line, waiting twenty minutes time every time |
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Transfer at Bedford |
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Twenty more Manhattan bound |
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Ten billion kids |
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I am happy with my flaws, I am happier when no one is around |
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And everybody looks around to blame our Brooklyn burning down |
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On white kids, hipsters, students, but we act like we're not one of them |
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It's easy, just use your eyes to judge |
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And go back to your powder drugs |
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I'm no better |
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Smile while pushing through the crowd |
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A round for friends |
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Find a corner at the bar, aberrations in a real confusing town |
