| Mama, tell your children not to go
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| Down to the city, where the desperate people go
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| And mama, don’t let them stray
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| They won’t find, peace of mind, in such a lonely place
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| Wannabes and losers, all trying to get a break
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| They don’t give a damn, they’ll do whatever it takes
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| If they climb the ladder, they get to play for higher stakes
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| That’s why there’s low life in high places
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| Mama, things have changed since you were young
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| When you scream, in the dead of night
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| Now no one ever comes
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| And a poor man, he’s cast as the villan and a thief
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| See him down on the street, begging for enough to eat
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| Waiting on the corner, I saw her waiting for the man
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| When the limo pulled up I saw what was changing hands
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| I should’ve tried to warn her, and make her understand
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| There is low life in high places
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| There is low life, like you never even knew
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| There is low life, and it lives in me and you
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| But we don’t all let it through
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| Don’t let 'em go, you’ve got to have some pity
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| Don’t you let 'em go
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| You’ve got to keep 'em away, from the big bad city
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| Waiting on the corner, I saw her waiting for the man
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| When the limo pulled up I saw what was changing hands
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| I should’ve tried to warn her, and make her understand
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| Mama, tell your children not to go
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| Down to the city, where the desperate people go
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| And mama, don’t you let them stray
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| They won’t find, peace of mind in such a lonely place |