| Well, I was raised on a back street,
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| Time’s were tough, but kind of bittersweet.
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| Left school when I was still a child,
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| Hit the streets and started running wild.
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| Hanging out in the neighborhood,
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| People said, «They're up to no good!»
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| Never thought I’d ever make it through,
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| Hey boy, what you gonna do?
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| Crosstown traffic, sirens wailing, screaming in my ear.
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| It’s got me on the run, gotta move on out of here.
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| I’m on a dead end street, on a dead end street,
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| Well it’s got me beat, on a dead end street.
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| I can’t go no further, won’t somebody rescue me,
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| From this dead end street, oh yeah.
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| They still talk about the big fight,
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| On the backstreet at midnight.
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| Everybody heard the gunfire,
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| Saw him dragged into the Black Maria.
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| Now my best friend is doing time,
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| He’s committed to a life of crime.
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| Got a feeling I’ll be next in line,
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| I wonder how can I get out in time?
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| I stepped into a movie, this can’t be reality.
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| If I wasn’t so lucky, I wonder where I’d be?
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| I’m on a dead end street, on a dead end street,
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| Well it’s got me beat, on a dead end street.
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| I can’t go no further, won’t somebody rescue me,
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| From this dead end street, oh yeah.
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| Crosstown traffic, sirens wailing, screaming in my ear.
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| It’s got me on the run, gotta move on outta here.
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| I’m on a dead end street, on a dead end street,
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| Well it’s got me beat, on a dead end street.
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| It’s got me walking, it’s got me talking,
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| I’m on a dead end street, I’m on a dead end street.
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| Yeah, yeah-ee-yeah, yeah, whoo… |