| So say one and so say all
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| Say what you gotta say
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| Or don’t say nothing at all
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| You been tossing and turning through soft sticky nights
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| While the Bronx below you fights to stay alive
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| So say one and so say all
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| Be what you gotta be Or don’t be nothing at all
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| Be gracious to your mother
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| When you leave this neighbourhood
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| The change is going to do her good
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| Next to me you look bad
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| 'Cos there ain’t no fresh air for my momma, my momma
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| But the drop is shear
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| When you break away
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| Take me away
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| It’s just about time to hit the road
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| And say
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| You gotta believe in something
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| It’s easy to see
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| My God is fading away
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| So pick up your bible and pray for me We’re all alone in the darkness
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| But our eyes are wide open
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| We don’t see nothing
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| And our hands are tied
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| To the railings of the Bowery
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| And the humid city slickers
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| So say one and so say all
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| We had a lot to say
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| And we said it all
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| The cost of living in dreams
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| Is rising like a crime wave
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| The American way of dying
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| And it gets you every time
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| And it looks like it’s got to my momma
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| My momma
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| May she rest in peace |