| Skulking in the mean streets
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| Whispering in the halls
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| Red light bandits on the corner
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| Give no quarter calls
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| Infectious garbage fills the streets
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| And in their eyes you know
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| A thin blue line bends and breaks
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| Stop the overflow
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| Fan the flames of the city’s heat
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| In dark corners hiding never seen
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| Desperation and the trouble flares
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| Alarm guns ring running scared
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| And you’re long gone, down in this hell
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| Long gone down in this hell
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| So baby, won’t you hold me tight?
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| Let your softness fill my night
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| We’ve got a dream, don’t let it slip away
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| In your eyes I can see the fear
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| This town never sheds a tear
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| We’re gonna be out some day, walking away
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| Keep on looking for a holy one
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| Some kind of hero or a prophet to come
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| Visionaries dance your night away
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| There’s no tomorrow living for today
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| But you’re long gone down in this hell
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| Long gone down in this hell
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| I saw the stars come out tonight
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| So lonely and immune
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| Summer rain kissed the streets
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| That bleed like open wounds
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| Patrol cars sweep the avenues
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| Down on forty eighth
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| While faces in dark doorways
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| Wait around the hate
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| Fan the flames of the city’s heat
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| In dark corners hiding never seen
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| Desperation and the trouble flares
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| Alarm guns ring running scared
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| Baby, better walk away, baby, better walk away
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| We’ll be busting out someday
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| Baby, better walk away, baby, better walk away
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| We’ll be busting out some day |